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The Neilah Jew

Herman the Neilah Jew. That’s what Shimon Goldman next door called him. Herman lived alone ever since Ida passed on and his two sons both married to non-Jews had moved away. Shimon tried inviting him for a meal but he always got the same reply. “No thank you. I’m a Neilah Jew.”

The first Yom Kippur after he had moved in Shimon had watched with curiosity to see if Herman would indeed keep his word about being a Neilah Jew. But he never showed up so his self-description remained as cryptic as ever.

For the high-spirited Goldman boys it became a game. Eight-year-old Aharon was convinced that their neighbor was a lamed vavnik who hid in his home davening for the world’s salvation at Neilah time. Eleven-year-old Avi maintained that  the old man was just making a joke and that was the view the rest of the family adopted.

 

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