In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
M aybe it was ordained On High that I should have to take a circuitous route to meet my rebbi — that I should first be required to survey the vast landscape of Yiddishkeit. I grew up on Grove Street in old Monsey, our family the only Modern Orthodox baalei teshuvah — perennial outsiders in a predominantly
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In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
We’re holding on, Tatteh. Listen to the hespedim, listen to the anguished voices as they praise You
Yisroel Besser