My Hero

Thank you Gonzo and Anonym00kie for tagging me...

Hero is not a term to be taken lightly.

But the truth is if you look around you will find heroes all around you..even here in our midst I’ve been inspired by a few bloggers. Someone like Anonym00ks who gave up a life and love to chase the truth... truly humbles me with her clear insights and struggles.

I want to focus on the person that had the greatest impact on my life.

My Grandfather may he live many more healthy years.
A rare man in so many ways.
A true aristocrat.
His childhood is hidden behind the veil of history.
He was a tremendous Masmid back in Europe and came from an extraordinarily poor family.
He would often tell me stories of sitting down to Shabbos meals with old bread and some milk.
I don’t know much about his experiences during the war as he never talks about it. I do know that he lost his parents, 6 siblings and his entire world.
He established a new life with my grandmother may she live..and have what can only called a perfect marriage. You’ve never seen more opposite people..yet they’re so in love. I often catch them staring at one another across the table all teary eyed..or holding hands when no one is watching.
My Grandfather is a tall, handsome and softspoken man with beautiful blue eyes and a great sense of humour.
The concept of quarelling or animosity doesn’t exist for him.
Before every Simcha he aways comes over to me and tells me that he doesn’t want any honors and whenever any issues would come he’d always make the same self effacing face and tell me it’s not worth arguing.
He gives 2 shiurim a day and always has a sefer in his hand.

But what’s truly remarkable is how he related to me and how involved he was in my life. I always felt he was the one person who always understood me and always called him for advice.
When I went to camp or yeshiva he’d send me 3-4 pages letters every few weeks..so full of love and gentle musser.
He mastered the art of rebuke and Tochacha and always strove to perfect my life.
Coaching me in proper table ettiquette.
Encouraging me to learn on Chol Hamoed.
Always wanting to learn with me.
One of the most important lessons he taught me was that one can find opportunities for chessed and acts of kindness almost every minute of the day and always taught me to be vigilant of that. His business ethic was rare. He would convince people who he knew could not afford what he was selling not to buy his goods..telling them instead to buy something less expensive. It’s a miracle he made any money at all.

I am so lucky to have had a hero like this in my life..to love me like he did and to guide me.
My Zaidie is a perfect man in my eyes and in the eyes of many others and he’s my hero.
A true aristocrat.


My second hero..is Spiderman.


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