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he very first time I sang in the presence of my rebbe – the Seret Vizhnitz Rebbe ztz”l — was at a Seret Vizhnitz dinner. The Rebbe waved his hand, indicating that I should sing again, so I began another song, but there was a miscommunication, and instead the crowd began to bentch. The Rebbe then gave me a beautiful smile, his eyes like a father, and he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll still hear you sing plenty.”