Three simple words can give so much strength and chizuk.
When he was a kid, Avremel Friedman went public as a child soloist on several albums — but while the light of most child stars dims as their voices change, Avraham Fried’s only became brighter. Ten years later, his 1981 debut album, No Jew Will Be Left Behind, turned into the beginning of a nearly four-decade stretch,
Someone who booked me for a simchah recently told me: “I have just one request. I want you to sing ‘Mah Yedidus.’”
“Look at the girl to the right. Look at the girl in another grade. We’re all sisters. Let’s create a nachas ruach for the Eibeshter.”
Like those on the “Ani Maamin” Holocaust train where this niggun was composed, my mother was fortifying her emunah in the coming of Mashiach, and the ultimate happy ending,
She responded that whenever she feels negative feelings toward someone, she listens to Avraham Friend’s “My Fellow Jew” and pictures this person as she listens to the song
