This blog is dedicated to our dear friend, Nosson Deitsch OBM, who was tragically torn away from us on Lag B’Omer 5770.

Nosson was a one-of-a kind Bochur who influenced many people, from all ages and backgrounds. He had a perpetual smile on his face and an extremely generous heart. He would do the biggest favor for a friend with only a moment’s notice. All those who knew him feel they had a unique relationship with him.

There are many untold stories of his selflessness, kindness, and the affect he had on countless lives. Please share your story, so that others can get a glimpse into his unique character and towering accomplishments.

Monday, May 31, 2010

I don't know anyone who can match that

By Shmuli Wolf

Many people are saying excellent and amazing things, stories etc. about my extraordinary roommate, I want to just mention to you something about Nosson which I'm pretty sure you don't know, there's lots more I have to say but this is something special.

Most people have their "click" meaning their friends who their close with, guys talk and befriend many people but generally speaking everyone has "their guys", that when they need to talk to someone, need advice or help they know they can call.

On a daily basis I would here Nosson on the phone with all those people that DIDN'T have a "click" or with some old classmate who is a working bochur and had no social life... Nosson was on the phone daily with them.

All the time these guys would come to Florida to visit, and I'm saying the truth here, before they would check in to their hotel they were in yeshiva, it was something like they felt they had to see the person who really cared about them, and only after getting that famous massive smile from Nosson were they able to continue to the hotel.

When I was at the levaya and at the farbrengen we made the night of the levaya, all those classmates of mine that I haven't spoken to in years... they were very hurt, crying, and just like me, they felt that they lost their BEST friend..... Who will they talk to now? Who will they turn to for advice? When they need that listening ear who will they call?

Just wanted to share that extra ahavas yisrael that Nosson had and I don't know anyone who can match that.

Crazy funny Nosson!

By Motti Rivkin

This is a story that i vividly remember that shows the fun loving life that was Nosson's, it was 2 summers ago when Nosson was a head waiter in Gan Yisrael Parksville, it was Color War and Nosson being an obvious figure in camp was made a L.T. general, now if you know Nosson his part in Color War was always the Chayus dept., making sure every kid lost his voice by the end of Color War! But when it came to writing the script or a leading role in the plays, that he left for others.

So as we are sitting half way through his team's play, you can imagine my surprise when the scene opens up and in walks Nosson. now these type of plays are usually serious drama plays (at least we try to make them that way), so when Nosson walked into that bar scene i didn't know what to expect, and let me tell you NOSSON TOOK FUNNY AND CRAZY TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL! He was supposed to be a drunk in a bar and you bet he was, he was screaming, jumping, braking table and chair props that guys worked hours on making! I was crying from laughter, the judges didn't know what to make of it whether to give extra points for the comedy or take off points because he practically ruined the whole drama of the play! And forget about the other actors in the scene no one paid any attention to what was actually going on in the play.

All in all Nosson gave everyone a good laugh, and that’s what he was all about making sure to have the best time where ever it may be (even if it meant making a serious play, funny).
And that’s what I miss most about Nosson, when everybody else was worn out and tired he just had the energy to go on forever!

Funny Crazy times will never be the same without him.

He made me feel the joy of being a Jew

By Michael Shaw

I attend the Chabad House run by Nosson's brother Rabbi Shaya Deitsch in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. I have had the pleasure of meeting many of the Rabbi's brothers and sisters. While all of the Rabbi's family are wonderful people, Nosson will always be my favorite. He was so easy-going and joyful and full of life. When I arrived at the Rabbis for Friday night dinner or walked into the room where we held Shabbat services, if Nosson happened to be visiting, it made my day. An ear-to-ear grin spread across my face. We just joked and laughed and I was happy as long as he was there.

If the purpose of Chabad is to provide warmth and light to all Jews, then for me Nosson lived that purpose. He emanated the joy that one can receive only from a Jewish brother and friend. He embodied the charm, warmth and openness that distinguishes a Chabad Rabbi or Yeshiva student. When he was around I could appreciate the moment, feel totally joyful at Shabbat dinner or synagogue. He made me feel the joy of being a Jew. I will miss him so.

Never too Busy

By Shimon Shur

A more recent memory which exemplifies Nosson's Mivtzoyim habits was this year the second Shabbos Chanukah, Nosson and a few friends of mine from Yeshiva came to spend Shabbos with me here in Bal Harbour, 5 minutes before Licht Bentchen when every one was getting out of (or getting in) the shower and getting dressed, Nosson was standing on my porch without his shirt, when he saw this fellow walking down the street with worn out clothes and briefcase on his back, (he looked like a real Shnurer) so he screams at this guy excuse me are you Jewish, to which the guy replied yes!, so he screams wait a second am coming down, he runs out of the apt and he brings this guy upstairs, he put on Teffilin with him then prepared a Menorah for the guy to light, which the guy lit for the first time in who knows how many years.

Turns out this fellow learnt in Landau Yeshiva over 30 years ago and since been through some really tough patches in his life, this guy was on his way to catch the bus to the casino to gamble and to do who knows what else, when Noson shleped him in to my apt. to put on Teffilin and light the Menorah with him, that was Nosson doing mivtzoyim in a time and place, when other people would "be too busy" doing other things, and with a person that any regular guy would not even look at, never mind approach, Nosson was there for him.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Where are you?

By Anonymous

When we need someone to cheer us up?
When we need someone to learn with a guy getting closer to Judaism?
When we need someone to care?
When we need to tell you someone is feeling down and you need to cheer him up?
When we walk into Zal to get inspiration?
When we have a question on Tanya?
When we really want to have some fun?

And the list goes on...............

It’s been already three weeks since this tragic and untimely passing, the void is still there and cannot be filled, are hearts are empty, and our mouths are dry, are heads cannot think and emotions are suppressed, Nosson we really miss you!

Friday, May 21, 2010

A living example

By Dovid Parshan

I was astounded at a Sicha I learnt this week, divine providence couldn't have led me better. The Rebbe goes on to relate, that though the Jews received the torah on Mt. Sinai, it was still incomplete. Only after mosses’ father in law Yisro, sanctified g-d, by saying "baruch ata hashem", was the torah fully completed.

How can it be, the Rebbe asks, that the sacred and remarkable gift from heaven was only completed, when a “priest” of other paganism deity’s, blessed g-d!??

The answer: Hashem was teaching us a meditation. Just stare out and be overwhelmed at Yisro, a man who was an idol worshiper, priest, and philosopher, who had all the greatest men of his time bowing at his alter, of whom didn't believe in Hashem, and yet then after all the great miracles g-d did for the Jews, he didn’t coward into his home of worship, NO! He believed in Hashem, even coming to the dessert to observe him and bless him.

This was Nosson he did what he believed, not cowering behind the mask of humility. He had a love and passion and brought it out in truth, every step of the way.

I once tried to try to explain someone the way Nosson learned, he was so engrossed in his the learning, he was oblivious to everything else, but the "Taz or Shach"!

In every Mamer he learned, how to fully live with it.

May we be able to take from the lessons he taught us, the strength to continue doing Nosson’s mission to make this world a better place, and bring moshiach.

May we all accept the Torah BSIMCHA UBEPNIMIOUS! Good yom tov.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Words from Nosson

By Harry Ringel

I came to know Nosson through Lubavitch of Montgomery County, where my family worships with Nosson's brother Shaya. In recent months, Nosson and I had begun to speak and correspond about Tanya. The following is an excerpt from an email Nosson wrote to me not two weeks before we lost him:

"What is an angel? According to Jewish philosophy, the term "angel" can be used for many different areas. Regarding Chapter 40 of Tanya, the Alter Rebbe is telling us: Don't think that when you pray, it is just some people singing, getting together. It is a lot deeper than that. When we pray, even if it is done without the correction intentions, then we are creating angels. Just like when someone will think about a theory, he will be creating certain ideas, certain visions in his head. Through prayer we are creating angels, energy, above in the higher worlds. Their chomer vetzurah (mass and form) is a lot more refined than in our world, a lot less materialistic than in this world. But that is the awesome thing. We have the power, through our prayer, to create things. And create healing."

I can't help but feel that if any young man had prepared himself for the journey he is now making, it is Nosson. But those of us who are left behind will miss him deeply.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Special Heart.

By A friend.

I was privileged, to spend many years together with Nosson,
When I reflect on all the memories, the times we spoke together, laughed together, and learned together, I constantly smile, he so so full of vigor and passion.
In camp, he always encouraged the bunk to strive to win best bunk. In school, he always topped the list of most learned by heart. When at his home, he showed me how to be a true Chossid.
With his honest remarks, and helpful insights, I became, he changed the way our class, thought, talked, played, and learned.
He was our leader, and we loved following him.
when we were in trouble, he didn't ask if there was anything he could do, he just thought something up and did it!, he didn't ask be your friend, he just was your friend. He was the ensample of "A beautiful heart".
One particular story flashes in my mind: It was after Purim, and everybody came to school, with all their "Nosh", showing off all the "grub" we accumulated during our Purim escapade. Some boys for one reason or another didn't have any snack's, Nosson without even blinking an eye, pulled his sweets out of his backpack, and proceeded to give them all out, excusing himself saying "I'm really not a big candy eater"!, this was in elementary!, we would go crazy over candy. When I saw it I couldn't believe it, It effected me very deeply.
May the Oibeshter please hear our cries, and bring Moshiach Now!

Monday, May 17, 2010

The little bird

By Shlomie Hecht

During the conference call we were asked to focus on two of Nossons unique qualities Tanya and ahavas yisroel the following are my personal experiences.

Let’s face it – it’s not easy to sit down and write an article about the life of a close friend, who was snuffed away from us at the age of 21. These things are reserved for 80/90 year olds. However, being that you asked, here it is.

2 years ago on Pesach Merkos shlichus in Russia, we visited the kevarim of the Rebbeim in Lubavitch. While trudging through the mud back to the bus, I was fortunate to be alongside Nosson for this strenuous hike. Nosson was chazering tanya the entire way back. One of the many lessons our Chazal teach is “Kinas Sofrim Tarbe Chochma” – Envy of the learned increases wisdom” (Baba Basra 21b). I was humbled by his areinvarfen zich, to the extent that the year I spent in LA Mesivta on shlichus was infused with a newfound appreciation for Tanya. This propelled us to arrange a “mivtza limud hatanya”, which lasted the entire year with much success B”h.

When Nosson’s father passed away in the summer of 5766, I was a counselor in CGI Morristown. I came in for Shabbos to Crown Heights, and went Sunday to be Menachem Avel. Although I had thought that I would have to be the one comforting him, and being that I was never his classmate, not knowing exactly how and what to say, he was the one to make me feel comfortable the way only Nosson knows how.

This brings to mind a story I recently heard, of a forest which played host to a competition. All of the animals would have a turn to display their vocal talent, and whoever would sing the loudest would be crowned king of the forest. As the contest wore on, it became evident that the lion had roared the loudest of them all. As the judges readied themselves to crown him their king, a little squeaky voice piped up – a little bird, demanding his chance to compete. The rest of the animals in the forest began to laugh at his request, “There is no way he can be louder than the lion,” they chuckled. With no choice, they conceded to his claim. As the little bird began to chirp, his little squeaky voice began to get louder and steadier, until the entire forest was ringing from his song. The judges conferred, and pronounced him the undisputed king of the forest. When confronted “How did you do it?”, he began with a smile. “It was simple. Before I got up to sing, I had all of my bird friends situate themselves throughout the forest. As soon as I started to chirp, they all joined in, and together we achieved the victory over the lion.”

Nosson is that little bird. He has begun to chirp. We, his friends, are situated throughout the world. We must carry on what he has started, and when we work together, with the power of achdus we can and will complete Nosson’s mission, culminating with the coming of Moshiach, bimheira beyameinu mamash.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

A loss for the world

By Jim Myska

I only met Nosson once or twice, and never had the privilege of getting to know him well. But the impact of a couple of quick meetings was immense.

Nosson was a ball of energy, a light in whatever room he was in. I was somewhat awed by his sincere exuberance and bursting love of life and his fellow man - I don't think his love of others was confined only to his fellow Jews. He reminded me of all the ways the ideals of my youth have been worn and battered as I've grown older and fought the battles of life...and his reminding me of that was and is a very Good Thing. Because his mere presence for a couple of brief periods of my life was a clarion call to reconnect with my ideals and listen more to them than to all the things that would have me compromise them.

Nosson was one of the truly good people that we very badly need more of. I do not know G-d's reasons, and I do not question them, but I do know that the world is a darker place for his absence.

A Great Host

By Jeremy (Tzvi) Darling

I had the pleasure of first meeting Nosson when his family opened his house to me and two friends for the Chabad on Campus Shabbaton. My friends and I are from the University of Colorado in Boulder. We had been invited to stay with the family for the weekend. Right away we met Nosson. He was extremely friendly and hospital. I remember him being very excited to have us in his home. He asked questions of us, told us about Crown Hights, and helped us find our way. I am very glad I had the chance to meet him and he will surely be missed. Thanks for making us feel so comfortable.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Continue his Legacy

By Masha


I was just reading about Nosson on your blog. I never met him but from what I read I thought of contributing something important.
It seems that he set a clear example of lifestyle and being rather than routine ritual and religiosity. His dedication made things spiritual and his energy reminds me
of my rabbi here in Ottawa. I feel that this example of being and living is something that must be continued in your yeshivas so that you can now each set an example so that other members have this true essence of what Judaism is about and can spread that in every areas of your lives.

Most synagogues I find are dry and I being a lady, notice that people are too quick to judge one another on how great a jew or how much they studied or know
or how religious they are. It seems most should follow the opposite and do as Nosson did by living the correct message about being and doing from a place of truth and warmth. It was refreshing to read about him I wish I could have met him. I hope you all keep his example alive by living with all that love happiness and positive inspiring energy that he demonstrated through yeshivas and synagogues.


By Yossi Goldstein

Nosson Noteh Deitsch, I still think this as one bad joke.
Every time I go to your house I am certain I will find you there sitting on a chair in the kitchen learning either Mishnayos or finishing up on your Chitas or helping your mother out, while carrying that wry smile on your face. You always had that infusion for life and you loved to live life to the fullest and to utilize all it had to offer!
There were seven cousins on this physical world who were born within a year a half, now there are but only six! Nosson, we will all miss you dearly. But aside from your relatives, your friends must also bear in mind that it was a zechus which we all merited knowing you for some part or all of the nearly 22 years of your life! We all came in contact with a special guf and a more special neshama!
Nosson, you will be in our hearts always and forever; may you continue to be our beacon and shining light!

Representing the seven,

Tanya Baal Peh

By Anonymous

I am a bochur learning in the Miami Yeshiva, where Nosson was our Mashgiach for Chassidus.
One day, I unfortunately showed up late. Not interested in receiving a Knas from the Menahel, I went to Nosson to see if anything could "be arranged." He agreed to mark me as if I came on time, provided I would learn 7 lines of Tanya by heart. This got me involved, and I started considering not learning just 7 lines, but to finish that particular Perek.
Needless to say, I will now do exactly that, and hopefully more.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


By Motti Harlig

Its been a long couple of weeks here in miami yeshiva. We were having such a wonderful time at a lag beomer parade and then we heard the news. We were all shocked and confused, but as time has passed and the reality is starting to sink in ill try to put some words together.

As I am sure you all know nosson was the mashgiach here in yeshiva. Many bochurim already wrote about his dedication to yeshiva (to the bochurim) and his tremendous ahavas yisroel and koch in tanya baal peh, but i would just like to add on a couple stories.

For a few weeks earlier in the year I used to learn with Nosson by seder sichos after seder. While we learned he used to always look around the zal, and ask me about how this or that bochur was doing... are they enjoying themselves in yeshiva... are they learning well... is there anything he could do to help... The care he had for each and every bochur was a thing i really noticed and learned from. I also noticed that at times even at around 10:30 at night when we were ending learning, he would get a couple phone calls from people who wanted to learn with him and he would set up chavrusahs till late in the night and learn with them. And of course when he learned, nothing got in his way, poshut sitting and learning bihasmada. If I ever would get distracted he would refocus me right away. That’s the type of effect he had, when you were learning with him, you just had to sit and learn...

Allot has been written about Nosson’s koch in tanyay baal peh. On a personal note, in the beginning of the year during a farbrengen, I was speaking to Nosson, and he spoke to me about how I should chazzer tanya baal peh. So I actually did learn 4 perokim tanya baal peh (but maybe that was because he payed me $25 a perek ) but either way he was the one who kept pushing me to do it. The last couple weeks even though I stopped chazzering tanya baal peh, Nosson would always come over to me (practically every day) and ask me how the tanya is going and push me to move further.
For anybody who doubts that Nosson knew the whole tanya baal peh, I just want to tell you that one day in middle of a break I saw Nosson learning in Zal. He didn’t like to tell people how much tanya he knew by heart, but I happened to know. So I came over to him and opened up a tanya to perek vov, and started reading a hagoho. I read the first few words, and Nosson finished the rest perfectly. So i moved on to the next hagoho and the same thing happened.... I jumped to around 10 different random hagohos and Nosson casually finished them off as if it were no big deal!

About his ahavas yisroel, (everybody has been writing the same thing but it happened with me also), I remember 2 summers ago in Parksville NY, I was a learning teacher and Nosson was the head-waiter. Even though we pretty much had nothing to do with each other and I didn’t know him beforehand, Nosson always used to come over to me and talk to me as if we were good friends for years... and even the next year by Yud Shvat I was walking around and I hear someone scream my name so I turned around and it was Nosson. He was so happy to see me and we spoke for a while. He just made you feel so comfortable when speaking to him, as if you were always great friends with him. I don’t know if we can do it as well as Nosson did, but that friendliness with others is something we should all try to copy to some extent.

Just to finish off with 3 impressions that Nosson left with me and hopefully with everyone else. 1) He would never come to a meal without a hat and jacket, because he never wanted to bentch without one, and he used to always tell bochurim to do the same. 2) During davening every day, you could always hear him, every word out loud, slowly… especially amen and yehai shmai raboh. 3) During one farbengen, Nosson was explaining to me the importance of writing a duch to the Rebbe every so often. He told me that he wrote one around once a week, and said I should try to do the same. These are some things he left with me forever.
Ad Mosai! We should be zoche to be with Nosson Bemehaira Viyomeinu Bivias Moshiach Tzidkeinu!!

Remarkable young man

By D. Carver

I just spent quite a while on the website you sent learning about Nosson. I'm actually not sure why I clicked on the link, for I have never met Nosson. I am actually finding myself crushed that the world has been deprived of such a remarkable young man. One person wrote, "Nosson made me his friend, even though Nosson had many friends." He seemed to carry the weight of awareness that someone might be alone for prayer or Shabbat or Yom Tov, and took immediate action and an intense personal commitment to make sure they were enveloped by community. I am struck, literally struck by such a person. No one I know personally in my community does this. In some ways, the world of Conservative Judaism in which we live is such a dry desert, a midbar, in comparison to the descriptions I have just read of Nosson. Living in his presence must have been like a Gan Eden. I am sorry now that I never knew him. His life challenges me to rethink why I am so blithely accepting the tepid Jewish life that I am now leading, when he lived his brief life with such passion and love.


By Avraham Darrin Moses
Last Chanukah I went to LA and spent time with Nosson at the Yeshivah where Nosson was. There was a farbrengen in honor of a bochur's birthday. While we were learning in the zal about Chanukah in gemara Shabbos, a bochur came up to Nosson and said, "Let's go farbreng. You can learn later. It's a special night." While I thought Nosson would suggest to continue later or even over the phone which we were already doing anyhow, his response was, "You are right! It's a very special night - I'm learning with my good friend Darrin who always inspires me and we are going to finish this gemara and then join you IY'H." Nosson could have easily rescheduled that time with me so that he wouldn't miss the scholarly inspiration shared by the farbrengen. But instead, he chose to learn with a Jew who is just barely beginning his journey. That's true ahavas yisroel. Nosson Deitsch z'l is one of the best friends I have ever had and he will always share a special place in my heart! Nosson is my inspiration! May his amazing middos and his dedicated commitment to serving Hashem live on in each and every Jew! Please take on another mitzvah in his memory and have in mind a speedy and easy recovery for Rabbi Levi Yitzchak ben Cyrel!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Life After Death


More than a week has passed since that terrible day, and it doesn’t make any more sense to me now than it did then. It seems as though from the first moment that I heard the tragic news, my life has been torn, split into two parts:

In every waking moment I either remember and relive Nosson’s life – his smiling face fills my mind, and I laugh with the sheer joy of the recollection – or I am confronted afresh with the raw and stabbing pain, the shock of his unfathomable death.

How are we to continue?

The rigid realities of normalcy seem like a lie. But each one of us has a life, a daily routine that must carry on.

I can only look back and take Nosson as my inspiration.

Nosson lost his father at an age when he needed him most. Nosson, more than any of us, had reason to suffer, to reject, to discontinue. But Nosson carried on. Nosson propelled himself onwards with an unconquerable enthusiasm, an insurmountable joy completely unmatched by any of us.

Can we ever imagine how much pain Nosson’s sparkling happiness masked? Can we ever imagine the supreme effort that it must have taken for Nosson to remain that ever generous, ever exuberant, ever cheerful character that we all loved so well?

But Nosson carried on. And so must we.

We must all live by Nosson’s example. We must redouble our efforts on every front. We must strive to inject every aspect of our own lives with that special enthusiasm, elation and generosity that made Nosson so alive.

And if we live as Nosson lived, Nosson will never die.

Excited to help

By Adam Cohen

I met Nosson one day as he wandered through my office building looking for Jews. I was happy to meet with him, because almost two years ago, I began a process of very serious introspection and accompanied by religious study. He sat with me and I explained to him that I was working on building a habit of daily prayer, trying to fix my character flaws, that I was studying regularly; including regular meetings with a Rabbi ,and with classes on various Jewish web sites, such as Chabad and Aish HaTorah.

Nosson was very excited to help. We talked regularly. He would never miss an opportunity to come by when he was in town. I benefitted greatly from my conversations with him. Though my progress was (and continues to be) slow, he understood that the process of real spiritual change does not occur overnight and he (with the help of his brothers) was always willing to help me when I needed help.

It was amazing to me, on some more difficult days, I would pray to God saying that "This is too hard for me" or that "I am just not a good enough person, if you want me to do this then please send me help." Invariably, those were the days that Nosson showed up in the office. I am very thankful that he was there. He has helped me develop the awareness that God controls all things, answers our prayers, and helps us to achieve things we think are impossible.

This belief, which he helped develop within me, makes his passing all the more incomprehensible and distressing.

He was an incredible, passionate, kind, hard working person who as far as I know did nothing but try to bring God's light into the world. He brought me (and others like me) Matzo, Honey cakes, and Chanukah candles in their proper times. There is no reason that I can comprehend for his early and tragic end.

On Monday after hearing the sad news, I was discussing Nosson with a friend of mine. We talked of our inability to explain events such as these and how it becomes possible to deny the existence of God, or deny his power to control the events of our lives. In His wisdom, he has set up a world where this is a real option. As hard as we try, there is no rationale that satisfies us and no pattern that we can discern.

I know intellectually, that it must be possible to deny God or our acceptance of Him is meaningless. Emotionally, I would prefer not to have had the choice. On Monday afternoon, hours after I received word of Nosson's passing, I made my choice. Regardless of my inability to explain or comprehend it, how I think it is unfair, unjust, and unreasonable... I choose to believe that God has a plan and that he is in control of the events of this world. The thought is terrifying and comforting. I understand this belief is a mitzvah and whatever merit there is to it from someone like me belongs to Nosson and to the family that nurtured and supported him to achieve his purpose in this world.

The path to Torah is not an easy one. I am thankful that Nosson joyfully accompanied me through a part of my journey.

I wish you comfort in your grief. You have my prayers, because I have nothing else of meaning to offer.

Mivtzoim - Northridge, CA

By Rabbi Eli Rivkin
Chabad of Northridge

Every year we are fortunate to have wonderful bochurim who travel 40 minutes each way on Friday afternoons all the way to Northridge and do Mivtzoim in our area of Shlichus. Last year Nosson was one of those bochurim. He was always so full of chayus and simchah. He made a very powerful impression on the business people he visited. I always tell the bochurim that they are these people's only connection to the Rebbe and yiddishkeit. Nosson took this very seriously and almost never missed a week despite the shlep in heavy traffic.
Last Thursday afternoon I visited his Mivtzoim route to share with people the tragic news and ask them to do an extra mitzvah during shiva. There was one store where Nosson had a weekly pizza and parsha at this man's business where he would invite other people from the area to enjoy a few minutes of learning and kosher food. I walked into his store and the man says to me "Rabbi, what's the number of that guy Nosson who used to come here last year? I need to call him. I am making my son's wedding in Miami and would love for him to come. He will make it so Jewish and joyous". With a heavy heart I shared with him the tragic news. The man was speechless and heartbroken and began to cry.
With Nosson not with us begashmius there is such a void of joy and lebidikeit in this world. Hashem, asei lmaan shimecha. For the sake of all Yidden who need to rejoice, bring us Moshiach and we will have Nosson leading the joyous kabolas pnei Moshiach omain!

Below are pictures from Mivtzoim at last year's Purim carnival in Northridge.

Lesson For All

By D.C.

Dear Rabbi Deitsch,

I, who don't even know Nosson, was so amazed by what his friends have said of him that I have spoken of him several times this week to others. In today's world, people don't take a personal interest in others unless they are your family or a VERY close friend. Nosson took the concept of friendship to a new level and completely redefined it. It is such an "ah-ha" moment to think of all that could be possible in the world if EVERYONE were to reach out to others around them (not just their family and their closest of friends) and treat them as a REAL friend, to demonstrate caring, compassion, to merely NOTICE that they might need something that YOU could provide. Couldn't such a universal moment of true friendship be what would "Bring Moshiach Now" as I see written on many Chabad materials. For Conservative Jews like me, its tough to understand that concept, but in seeing the world through a "Nosson" Lens, I think I can just grasp the meaning and promise of it.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Beyond Our Line of Vision

By Zalman Dovid Eagle

Dear Nosson,

I often think of your father's smile when I need a little inspiration to do what a true Chossid would do. When I was a bochur before you were born, he was like a father to me in many ways. Now I am inspired by your life and smile as well. Before my daughter Toby passed away nearly three years ago, she composed a song: "But did I ever know how much it meant to him, how much I was needed? In the war that he waged, he saw beyond our line of vision." And the song goes on. I don't need to tell you any of this, because the emes is not beyond your line of vision. When Toby died in an accident at around the same age as you, and even before her levaya, a shliach comforted me with this basic truth: we don't know how much your precious neshama and Tanya baal peh were needed to wage the Rebbe's battle of light over darkness. I pray that your family is comforted by this as well, and very soon Hashem will wipe away all of the tears and bring Moshiach. You left us some clues, didn't you? Jews everywhere will rejoice on your yahrzeit -- we have to. Not only because it's a yom tov, but because it's the command of a tzadik on the day of his Hilula I guess he saw beyond our line of vision.

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Groiseh Hartz!

By Mendy Tzfasman

ב"ה, כ"ה אייר, יום מ' לעומר, ה'תש"ע

לכבוד משפחת דייטש שיחיו

My earliest memories of Nosson are of him sitting in the Sassover Shul for many hours after the Minyan was finished, watching and listening to his father’s Davening. While his father Davened be’arichus, Nosson would learn Tanya Bal Peh, even at that early age, he would often speak about the special geshmak that he had in Tanya Bal Peh.

When we were in shuir beis misivteh we always used to compete in Tanya Bal Peh, we were always discussing “vu halts du? Vu halts du?” But Nosson never told anyone where he was holding. Nosson used to get up every day much earlier than everybody else, he would go to be mashlim a minyan, and that was the time he used to learn Tanya Bal Peh, because no one was around so early in the morning, no one really knew where he was up to. The typical scene every morning when we came to Chassidus was of Nosson standing by a specific pile of chairs in the back of the Shull chazering Tanya Bal Peh. We knew that he was covering ground, but we were never exactly sure and he would never tell us clearly where he was holding. At a certain point we realized that according to our calculations Nosson must have finished all fifty three perokim.

Nosson also had tremendous shkida ve’hasmoda, if I have any sheichus to shkeide ve’hasmosdeh today it’s only because Nosson inspired me. When we were in Yeshivah Ketaneh in Staten Island together he was the biggest masmid by far in the whole Yeshivah. It was a small Yeshivah, and sometimes it was hard to make a shturem, but Nosson used to learn with a huge koch, and his tremendous chayes made a big roishem. At the time, Nosson’s impact on the entire Yeshivah was very nikar, because like I said, there were only a few of us and without him it would have been very quite in Zal. Nosson got up much earlier than anyone else and was the one he really set the tone, creating a real atmosphere of learning and a kol torah. He was the one he brought the whole place alive, and we all looked up to him and tried to emulate his special enthusiasm.

He always had a special Koch in learning Tanya Bal Peh and always used to encourage other people to learn Tanya Bal Peh too. I know that he once offered a certain bochur eighty dollars just to learn one perek Tanya Bal Peh. It wasn’t someone he knew particularly well, but he would do anything to get another guy to learn Tanya Bal Peh. He poshut wanted to share the special geshmak that he himself had with everyone he came into contact with.

Throughout all the years in Yeshivah, by lunch and by supper he always had chavruses with random people: bal habatim, frayer people, people who no one else would have paid attention to. Wherever he went, he would always find different people who would otherwise be left by the wayside, he would make a kesher with them, learn with them, shmooz with them, put on Teffilin with them and generally be a good friend to them.

One of the most obvious and outstanding things about Nosson was that he poshut had a good heart. Usually, when you ask someone to do you a favor, you have to make “a gantze cheshbon” if he will mind doing it for you, if he will be irritated by your request. Even if he’ll do it, you don’t feel comfortable, you are scared to pressure someone to much… But when it came to Nosson, that cheshbon never entered my mind. You knew that whatever you would ask, whatever you needed, you could rely on Nosson do it for you without any pni’yus and with an emeseh geshmak. I always felt comfortable to ask him for a tovah.

When he did a favor for another, he did it with a complete heart. I never heard him complain that people took advantage of him or drove him crazy. Whatever he was asked to do, he would do with a special chayes. I remember when his house would be overflowing with guests during Tishrei, I would ask him, “Doesn’t it tire you out, having so many people on your head?” But by him it was never a question, he never got tired of them and he was always happy to do someone a favor even at his own expense.

Once I asked about one of the many guests who he took in, “Who is this guy sitting in your basement?” it turned out that it bechlal wasn’t someone he knew well, just the friend of a friend of a friend…

Nosson loved to do a toveh a yidden, bein beruchnius bein begashmius, he had a gevaldikeh geshmak in dem. Whenever we needed somewhere for a farbrengen, Nosson would offer his basement, when an idea came up to make a shuir chassidus with Rabbi Yossi Jacobson, they were looking for a location and again Nosson offered his basement, bechlal we used to farbreng there together very often…

There are countless examples of Nosson’s generosity and his willingness to help. I remember that once when some bochurim came as guests to the Yeshivah in Kiryat Gat, Nosson went out of his way to help them out, finding them mattresses or beds, or whatever they needed. I told him not to bother, that they’ll be fine by themselves, that they don’t really need his help. But he never looked at things that way, his Ahvas Yisroel was always boundless and enthusiastic.

Whenever something had to be done or someone needed something, he would run right away to do it. Another small example, which I remember from Kiryat Gat, once some chiloni, Israeli guy came – he needed a sichat hashevua or something, I was standing right there but I wasn’t in the mood, I couldn’t be bothered to in help him out. But Nosson jumped up, and before I knew it, it was already done. There are so many little things which happened the whole time, and it was so natural, that it is hard to remember specific “stories”. These things happened all the time, without anyone taking notice – these where not things which Nosson did, that’s just who Nosson was.

Vos ken men shoin zogin, er hot poshet gehat a groiseh hartz!

A bochur I know needed a loan this past summer for a specific inyan. It wasn’t just a couple of hundred dollars, it was something like two thousand dollars or maybe more. He asked another bochur to help him out, but he told him that he can’t help him because he doesn’t have the required sum of money right now. Instead, he told the first bochur to call Nosson. That was the first thing he thought of, the first thing that entered his mind. When he called Nosson, Nosson didn’t ask him when he’ll be able to pay him back, but right away asked him, “Whats your account number?” so that he could put the money in his account, without any thought or cheshbon. This wasn’t because he had a lot of money, but simply because he poshut had a very generous heart.

It’s hard to put in words or explain with specific stories, but by Nosson this was a nafshiesdike inyen. Nosson was like a father to our entire class, he was the only one who kept in contact with everyone, he always knew where everyone was and what everyone was doing. In every class you can split the guys into different groups, different kvutzes, each guy hangs out and keeps in-touch with his specific chevreh. But by Nosson there was no such thing, he had a sheichus to every kevutza, to every single bochur. Just as you call up your father to find out how your siblings are getting on, if I ever wanted to find out about a bochur who I was out of touch with, I just called Nosson, he knew everything that was going on with everyone.

After Pesach, this year he came over to me mamesh besimchah gedolah, “Mendy!” with the gantze lebidgkeit, he started telling me about a certain bochur who from our class who was coming to Crown Heights. This was a bochur who no one else in our class really had a sheichus with, I hadn’t been in contact with him or even thought about for a long time. But Nosson knew exactly where he was and what he was doing, he really cared and he was all exited, telling me I have to call him and arrange a chavruseh with him in 770. Of course, I followed Nosson’s advice and we ta’ke set up a chavruse’shaft. I remember the way he cared about another bochur, who no one else really cared about, he was mamesh like a father who cared for our whole class. Another bochur – also someone who no one else really had a sheichus to – told me that Nosson used to call him every two weeks.

He was totally non-judgmental and you could always speak openly with him, no one was ever worried that he would take things personally, that he would think bad of you or bear a grudge. I can’t remember him ever saying a bad word or putting down anyone. He just wasn’t like that at all, he wasn’t shiach to feel any kind animosity to another person. With Nosson you always felt comfortable.

I cherish the special relationship that we shared personally. Like I said you never felt shy or embarrassed with Nosson and you felt comfortable expressing yourself to him openly. With most people you can’t open up your heart and express your private thoughts and hergeishim, but with Nosson you could speak openly. I remember him once telling me on the phone that even though he doesn’t necessarily speak with me as often as some others, he feels that he has “a special ‘ofenner’ connection” with me. He used to call me up and tell me “Nu ven vet men onhoiben davenen? ven vet men shoin veren Chassidim fun Rebbin?’ These conversations that we had, where very open conversations, we used to talk about ruchniesdike inyonim, which you don’t usually feel comfortable speaking about. But with Nosson there were no inhibitions, he was a real friend and he really cared.

By him it was opgeliged that he was going on Shlichus, he used to tell me about his plans for the future. I remember him telling me that he’ll bring me down as a bal teffila, for his Chabad-House and he used to joke about paying me, “I’ll give you whatever you need, you’ll come - you’ll see everything will be gevaldik!”

When I came to Kiryat Gat just now, mamesh the Thursday before Lag ‘B’Omer someone came over and told me that Nosson wants to know if I arrived yet, how I’m doing… that’s how he was, Nosson was always looking out for other people and interested in their welfare.
It is really very difficult to fully explain what a special friend Nosson was to me and to so many others, there are no words and no stories that can properly bring out such emeseh friendship and generosity…

המקום ינחם אתכם בתוך שאר אבלי ציון וירושלים,
מנחם מענדל צפתמן

"For One It Was Possible"

By JJ Ellef

How is it possible,
for one to have so much chayos?
How is it possible,
for one to never stop caring?
How is it possible,
for one to never stop smiling
How is it possible,
for one to be so committed?
How is it possible,
for one to be so inspired?
How is it possible,
for one to be forever smiling?
How is it possible,
to memorize all 53?
To accomplish at twenty one,
what most can't do by eighty?

For one it was possible,

A Great Friend from Staten Island

By Yaakov Shemesh

Nosson introduced me to Chabad, he showed me what a true chassid is- someone who cares for every Jew like himself, who does everything leshem shamayim, who shows a warm face to everyone, who has emuna in difficult times, who loves learning and teaching Torah and Chassidus, and much more. Nosson and I met in the Chabad Yeshiva in Staten Island around nine years ago. I learned with him every week, we got to know each other very well, he taught me tanya, gemara. My brother Shalom also became very friendly with him, and would learn with him a lot. My father really liked him and always invited him to come over whenever he had free time. I remember I asked him how much a set of Tanya costed and he said they were on sale for purim in Crown Heights for half price, so he bought me an english set. I got so much out of that set and continue to. I remember Thursday nights we would have fabregnens and Nosson would always welcome my brother and me with a warm smile. He would make us feel as part of the Yeshiva. We would shmooze after the party about life and school. I slept over his house one Shabbat, we had such a great time. I remember on the way to shul friday night he would recite parts of Tanya by heart and teach it to me, just not to be mevatel Torah. We learned berachot together that shabbat, he gave me the enthusiasm to eventually be mesayem it. I remember each morning he would give a short dvar torah from the Rebbe after Shacharit. I just realized that this inspired me to do the same for the past three years in school. I saw true happiness in him, with his constant smile and giggle. After he left to London, I did not see him until last winter when I took a trip to Miami. I spent shabbat by the shul on 34th and I happened to see him there after five years. We were so happy to see each other that it felt like only a few days. We spent that shabbat shmoozing together in the shul and catching up. All my friends who were with me, immediately liked Nosson and became friends with him too. After that shabbat I took his number to begin learning with him from Staten Island each week. When I got back I called him right away and we started doing kiddushin/Tanya together each week. Over Pesach when he went to Virginia to help out with his brother's community there, we still kept in touch, and even though he was so busy he still found time to do chavrusa. I would tell him, if you’re busy just tell me, but he said no, I enjoy it. On pesach I had a shaila about a coke without a hechsher for sefardim, and I looked through my whole conact list for who do call, the only person I knew I could rely on was Nosson. He gave me a great answer, he said he is not sure but He thinks the only problem is kitniyot. Nosson was a true friend, I will always miss him. Nosson, Zecher Tzaddik Lebracha, Lechyei Olam Haba, will always be remembered for good in klal yisrael, and his inspiration will continue to affect us every day. His warmth and chessed, representative of the Rebbe, will always remain in our minds. Baruch Dayan Emet

No matter what!

By Y. Baumgarten

When Nosson was in Shiur Daled of Ohelei Torah he would learn Chitas (chumesh and Rashi) with me (I was in Shiur Alef). We didn’t agree on everything but that never in anyway impacted the special friendship he showed me. One small episode stands out in my mind from that period, which brings out how Nosson was always ready to do a favor for another. Once, when for a personal reason I didn’t want to use the local barber, he offered to give me a haircut himself. This, despite the fact that Nosson personally held that the barber was in the right! So that night I walked home with Nosson in the freezing cold, and Nosson gave me a haircut. Furthermore since it was so cold outside, Nosson then insisted that I must sleep over in his house.

Here we see a true Mentch, not only did he learn with me, a bachur a few years his junior, he respected me for who I was and made me comfortable both with the haircut as well as with staying over at his house. Of course this is all in addition to all that I have learned from him through learning Chumash and rashi every day together.

A letter, penned by Nosson A”H in the week proceeding Lag B’Omer of this year:

a translation of the original Hebrew

Greetings and Blessings!

Being that we now stand in a situation of great pain, for we have [still] not merited to see the face of our holy Rebbe, I thought that the time has come to arouse the hearts and open the minds in order to understand the deep matters that are [addressed] in the teachings of our Rabbeim.

We now find ourselves in the time close to Lag B’Omer, and when we study the Rebbe’s talks we find a wondrous thing regarding Lag B’Omer: In general Lag B’Omer is a unique festival, in that it is connected to Rabbi Shimon bar Yochei, about whom it is said “Who is the countenance of the Lord? This is Rabbi Shimon bar Yochei.” The Rebbe gave us a special enthusiasm for peace and unity through the directives he issued in connection to Lag B’Omer [and Rabbi Shimon bar Yochei, specifically].

All matters of peace and unity [on a communal scale] have a profound effect on our situation, aside from the fact that peace and unity in a simple [and more individual] sense gives us peace of mind, something which is in-itself an important thing. Indeed, it is one of the most fundamental needs of a human being.

Being that we are now already sixteen years after [the events of] the third of Tammuz [5754 - 1994] and the world is submerged in pain, and with our eyes we do not see the miracles and the wondrous things that the Rebbe gives us, I extend to you my blessing that we should see in a revealed and obvious sense the miracles of the Rebbe, and we should merit to see his holy face directly and immediately now!

Your student and your friend,

Nosson Notte
Miami Beach, Fl.

A letter Nosson wrote to someone, which he received the friday before Lag Baomer

כבוד ידידי היקר הרב הגאון החסיד המשפיע דגול בפי כל בשמו ובתפארתו

שלום וברכה,

היות שאנחנו עכשיו עומדים בצער גדול על שלא זכינו לראות את פני קודשו של הרבי שליט"א חשבתי שהגיע העת לעורר הלבבות ולפתח המוח כדי להבין ולהשכיל את הענינים העמוקים שיש בתורת רבותינו נשיאינו

הנה נמצאים עכשיו בהזמן שקרוב לל"ג בעומר, וכשלומדים את השיחות של הרבי

מצינו דבר פלא בנוגע לל"ג בעומר, שבכלל ל"ג בעומר הוא חג מיוחד בזה שקשור לרשב"י שאומרים עליו מה פני אדון דא רשב"י שהרבי נתן [לנו] קאך מיוחד על העניין של שלום ואחדות בההוראות של ל"ג בעומר,

[כ]ל הפעולות ששלום פועל עלינו , חוץ משלום ואחדות כפשוטו שזהו דבר חשוב

בפנ"ע זה נותן לנו יישוב הדעת וזהוא מהענינים הכי יסודית לבן אדם,

[ע]כ"פ היות שעכשיו כיון שזה כבר יותר משש עשרה מיום ג תמוז[..] והעולם שרוי בצער ו[ב]עונינו לא רואה את הניסים והנפלאות שהרבי נותן לנו

אני מברך לך שיראו באופן גלוי ומפורסם כל הניסים של הרבי ויזכה לראות פני קדשו תיכף ומיד ממש נאו

תלמידך וידידך

נתן נטע

מיאמי ביטש פל

Why now?

By Anonymous

I am Bochur who learns in the Miami Yeshiva and was personally touched by Nosson Deitsch’s genuine kindness and infectious smile. The yeshiva is grieving for the loss of this great person who was taken from us at such a young age.

At a Farbrengen this past Shabbos, a number of Bochurim voiced an interesting question which went on to be discussed for some time during the course of the Farbrengen.

Why is it that only after his passing has Nosson’s purity and sensitivity been revealed and revered? Where was everyone before he passed away? Yes, everyone knew he was a nice person while he was alive, but would people go so far as to express similar sentiments that are being articulated since his tragic death even before his passing?

We realized that although everything about Nosson is true and even more than what has been written, but when he was alive people took him for granted. On the day he died, so many people had to face the uneasy reality of losing a good friend.

Shouldn’t we endeavor to harbor similar feelings of fondness for people while we are still privileged to have them in our midst? Why is it that it is more comfortable to feel a genuine affection for someone we will not see until he is resurrected (may it be soon!).

This in no way diminishes Nosson’s authentic greatness. But as conveyed by many including Rabbi Y. Y. Jacobson, Nosson was a regular boy who ran a normal life. He was just an amazing person in this normal context. He wasn’t supernatural, wondrous or beyond understanding. He was a person who fulfilled his potential of kindness and lovingness.

In light of the above, we made a Hachlota to look at each other and at everyone in the way we view Nosson now. That is, realizing their good attributes, ignoring the negative and savoring the time we have to spend with each other.

This is surely a positive step in keeping Nosson’s legacy alive since he epitomized this uncontaminated viewpoint of every person, judging them favorably and kindly.

Appreciate everyone while we are fortunate enough to have them.

May Nosson’s neshama have an ascent in the merit of this great hachlata, and of course, the ultimate aliya of a soul in a body through the revelation of the Rebbe now!

Life is a party/The life of the party

By Yossi Zeidman

Sixty people before me have already said how amazing Nosson was. I'll just add a few small details.
I was with Nosson last year on shlichus in Los Angeles. I was a shliach in the mesivta, and he was one for zal. Somehow I ended up as the unofficial representative and head of the mesivta shluchim. A few times throughout the year, some argument arose between some of the zal shluchim and us, and I would be the one who had to stick up for the mesivta. Nosson, of course, would try to find out all the juicy details of our disagreement, but not to join and take a side. He saw life as one big party, and the more excitement the better.
Nosson came over to me one time, with a big smirk, and said something similar to, "Nu, Yossi. I heard we're messing you guys over big time! Eh?!" He would laugh and then make that sucking/clicking sound from the corner of his mouth. (If you know what I'm talking about, then good. Otherwise, I've already started to look foolish trying to describe it, and I'll be making it worse.) Of course he was also making us understand not to take things too seriously.
Nosson was also the life of the party. Whenever the shluchim farbrenged, and no bochurim were around, he would let himself go wild, trying to show us a good time. When he started saying lchaim, nobody was safe! The jokes and shtechs would be flying. Sitting at one such farbrengen, I learned that a strategy had been developed to deal with Nosson. The only way to get a serious farbrengen started was to help Nosson down the bottle, and watch him slide under the table. Without his laughter and antics, we could finally start something serious. Of course, every ten minutes he would make sure he wasn't forgotten.

And Nosson, we will never forget you!

I know you can read what we've been writing here. Mishpacha magazine holds that there is no internet in Olam HaEmes or Yemois HaMoshiach, but I'm not sure if we pasken like them. Even if they are correct, I'm sure that can't stop you from finding or finagling some sort of Wifi and reading our posts.
So Nosson, I first want to tell you that I love you. I doubt I told you when you were here, although you probably told it to me.
Finally, I want to ask you this: You are such a hartzig, generous, caring and special person. How could you do something so painful and cruel to us as to leave us in a world without you in it???
We love you and miss you! Demand from the Aibesheter to end this golus and end our suffering!

The Great Merit of Learning Tanya By-Heart

From a talk of the Lubavitcher Rebbe Zatza”l delivered on Shabbos Parshas Mishpotim 5714:

Translators note: the following story describes events that took place in spiritual realms, belonging to a dimension beyond human conception or description. Not having the words to describe such sublimity we must resort to a description, which does not do justice and is to a great extent incongruent, with the true nature of the spiritual realms described.

Due to a certain matter which the Rebbe Rashab achieved, his father, the Rebbe Maharash, took him into the supernal realms, till a particular place to which the Rebbe Rashab was able to accompany the rebbe Maharash. From there the Rebbe Maharash continued on by himself. In the meantime, the Rebbe Rashab noticed a chamber where a particularly brilliant Divine revelation was manifest. There sat a Jew who relative to his level of Divine service, apparently did not belong in such a lofty realm.
When the Rebbe Maharash returned, the Rebbe Rashab asked him, “How did come about that this Jew reached such an exalted realm?” The Rebbe Maharash answered, “Though he is, indeed, a simple Jew, he was nevertheless fluent in Tanya and was accustomed to repeating Tanya by-heart.”
The lesson from this story [explained the Rebbe Zatza”l] is that even an individual who is lacking in understanding and intellectual assimilation, nevertheless merits a great revelation. However, in order not to sit in that lofty realm with “closed eyes” seeing without comprehending, hearing and not understanding that which one hears – one must study and understand with comprehension and intellectual assimilation. Then one will be in a situation of open eyes and ears [having a proper appreciation for the exalted and wondrous revelation].
The way to understanding and comprehension is first and foremost through effort, simply to toil in one’s study of Chassidus for “one who claims that he did not toil, but nevertheless succeeded, is not to be believed.” (see Megilah 6b)
Added to this is the recommendation that one give charity, physical charity and how much more so spiritual charity, through which “ones heart and mind become purified a thousand fold.” (see Torah Ohr, 1a)

May these words provide some measure of comfort as we mourn the untimely loss of HaTomim Nosson Notte ben Reb Zalman Yuda A”H Dietch.


By Dovber Chaiton

It was like many of the unwritten rules of Yeshivas Chabad Qiryat Gat, the Mikva closed at 2:30 PM on a Friday afternoon. We were well aware that Shabbos started at 7:30, but rules are rules.
The ramifications for most were quite simple, and if a bit selfish totally desirable. The early closure of the mikvah meant that most vans would have to leave their mivtzoim locations at about 1:30. And after mikvah there was ample opportunity for a pre shabbos snooze.
While the absurdity occured to many, ashamedly nobody acted, nobody except for Nosson.
His Friday mivtzoim started at about 10:15 AM, as he came bouncing down the front stairs of Yeshiva, his jacket characteristically perched on his shoulders as he extraordinarily managed to sing and smile at the same time.
While the time of departure to Mivtzoim was imperative to Nosson, imperative that it be immediate. The time of the vans' return was of no consequence. Nosson never used the early closure of the Mikvah as an excuse to take the van back from Mivtzoim.
Nosson would stay at the Mivtzoim location deep into Friday afternoon. He returned by the public bus whose fare he covered himself.
For Nosson it was one of thr perks of being in Eretz Yisroel, the streets, malls and stations were laden with countless gems waiting for Nosson to offer them the opportunity of putting on Teffilin.
As for the mikveh, Nosson became a patron of the mikvehs in the cities where he did his Friday mivtzoim.
While many were thrifty with their time, it was a living lesson to watch what Nosson did with his. An extended lunch break, as it is in Israeli yeshivas, was for many an afternoon siesta, for Nosson it was an opportunity for extended Tanya review along with limud harambam, always swaying intensely and intently in the same seat along the left side of Zal.
While we lugged Gemorrahs and notebooks up to shiur, Nosson accompanied his seforim with a Tanya, lest a few lines of Tanya go a begging as we waited for the maggid shiur.
And so it was that in the year 5767, Hashem placed a life giving spring, Nosson, on the Negev desert. He would bring a farbrengen to the boil and keep it there, as he sang "Nosan Hashem lochem leiv lodaas einayim liropis veoznayim lishmoia" accompanied with his one of a kind chest high clap.
And all these incredible traits and actions threaded with strands of simplicity and humility.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

There will never be another Nosson

By Anonymous

I feel embarrassed writing about someone who I knew only a little, when people who are reading this could have had so many special stories about this special person. I did have an encounter with Nosson that had a huge effect on me, but that was four years ago, and I didn’t see him since. All I can say is, a story (if you could call it that) like mine, if it involved any other person, would have been forgotten years ago, but for some reason, this tiny encounter that I had with Nosson was always in my mind, and not in the back of it either. The horrible news still has not sunk in with me, although it has been a week since the day that started with laughter and ended with tears. I don’t think it will ever sink in. Nosson, every second of you not here is torture. I know you're looking down at us suffering in golus, and you're saying "I have to help them" mode is kicking in, and you will stop at nothing until moshiach is here and you are back with us, may it be speedily in our days.

Just one year, impacted forever!

By Anonymous

Being In la last year, I was fortunate to have Nosson as my Shliach. I only knew him for one year so I just barely glimpsed into the personality Nosson truly had. But in that year Nosson managed to inspire me to the point where in many areas I found myself trying to emulate the unique qualities that were found in Nosson.
He clearly breathed tanya day and night. On one occasion we were in a car together and I asked Nosson if he really knew tanya bal peh and he said I should test him. So I randomly said a perek, he gave me a chitas and made me "test" him for a couple of perekim on till the end of the 10 min car ride.
On Another occasion on chanuka mivtzoyim, we went to rodeo drive to give out menorahs and before starting we went to the shliachs party in a restaurant there. While there Nosson and another bochur recognized one of the bal habatim from a previous off Shabbos. The bal habas then invited all ten of us there to the restaurant which would cost him a couple hundred dollars to which right away we all said yes! But Nosson had a different agenda and said he was here to do mivtzoyim and whoever wanted to come with him could. We all immediately followed our leader feeling bad for making the bal habas make the reservations for us all, but even more embarrassed for being ready to give up mivtzoyim for a restaurant! Nosson always kept focused on his mission and nothing stopped him from getting what he wanted. A train you either join or get run over. The chayus and effort put into everything he set his mind to was unbelievably inspirational. I also sat next to him every morning for chassidus and unlike normal people where sometimes when one could not be in the mood of learning, but Nosson was there every morning like a well-oiled machine, loudly (a point a friend of mine said; Nosson wasn't off tune but always one note higher, contrary to popular opinion) learning till the point where I literally had to move my seat over from him in frustration. I asked him how he consistently managed to learn so rapidly and so loudly and he got very excited and opened a tanya to perek lamed zayin and started to explain how only when you do torah and mitzvohs with all ones might do you come to remembering what you learn as the pasuk says kol atzmosai to'omarnoh. If any klipah mixes from less striving results in forgetfulness. And therefore torah umitzvohs requires your whole being. And now that I look back I cannot recall a time Nosson took part in something halfheartedly, if he felt it was wrong it wasn't done and he would scream against it and if he participated you were sure to be successful cause you got Nosson. When we gave out menorahs only after I got a nice shopping bag to put the menorahs in, and after deciding which area to cover, Nosson had already needed to go to the car to get more menorahs. I can honestly say he was the biggest powerhouse I've ever seen! For all the people that grew up with him and know Nosson well, one time Nosson and I were discussing the concept of friendship. I remember Nosson saying, "Dude without my friends I don't know where I would be today!" And after his passing it’s clearly seen through everything being done what Nosson meant to you.

גודל הזכות של לימוד תניא בע"פ

משיחת ש"פ משפטים ה'תשי"ד

A Very Special Cousin

By Meir Kosofsky

I’m Nosson’s cousin and I grew up near our Grandparents. Every year our cousins, and especially the Deitch family would come to spend Pesach with my Grandparents. Naturally we younger cousins would always tag-along after the older ones, trying to join in their games and so on. Of course, we weren’t very appreciated. But Nosson was always friendly, he would never kick us out of a game or make nasty comments.
This year I’m learning in Yeshivah in LA, with Nosson’s fellow Shluchim. Recently one Shliach told me that he speaks to Nosson every couple of weeks, and every time Nosson always makes sure to ask about me, his younger cousin.
Whenever I would come into Crown Heights, he always greeted me with a big smile and made me feel like he was very happy to see me. He didn’t only act like this to his cousin’s – there is a man in my community who is not very easy to get along with, he’s not very kind, he’s quite stubborn and he has little respect for anyone. The one person he respects is Nosson. Nosson always gave him that special attention, which he needed and which no one else could find for him.


By Zevi Kramer

Hey Nosson,

Mendy, your cousin, called me and shared the drastic news about you. I have no idea how to deal with the loss. I am choosing an empowering place to stand which is: You are so effective in bringing God’s word and the Rebbe's message to the world that you completed your job in 21 years of age.

I am here to acknowledge you for being an inspiration to me. The years that you came to my office left me powerfully clear that you are here to serve and be a spiritual leader.

You are with me forever.

I love you

Just smile for Nosson

By Chana Ezagui

I never really got to spend time with Nosson being that he was
always away in yeshiva and always spent the Yomim Tovim at one of
his siblings (helping them out) and then of course he'd spend his
summers in camp... but here are Just a few memories I had with my
cousin Nosson.

When I was 11 all the cousins got together in Springfield at
Bubby and Zaidy and we went to Six Flags at Riverside-by the time I
was ready to go, all the girls had already left so I went along with
the boys. We went on all the "big kids" rides and roller coasters but
I specifically remember Nosson going around driving everyone crazy at
the booths where you shoot hoops and guess your weight etc. He was
just a ball of fun-if you were with Nosson you couldn't possibly have
a bad time!

Last year his brother Sruly got married in Atlanta. After the
meal and allllll the dancing, the cousins just sat down to relax but
we stayed up the whole night as you cracked so many jokes and just
made everyone laugh ...Then again,
I had the privilege (only now do I realize what a privilege I had) to
spend this past Yom Kippur, in Pennsylvania, with Nosson. He had a
long and tiring night from being in shul, welcoming everyone into
shul, helping the chazzon with the davening, and of course fasting.
But when he came back home he took the time to sit down and chill with
me, to just talk about life, about school, about friends, about
EVERYTHING. Then about an hour into our conversation I realized he
had finished the entire tehillim. I said "Nosson did you just finish
the whole tehillim while we were talking?" and as if it was no big
deal he just made a huge humble smile, nodded his head, and we
continued talking. Nosson didn't waste his time, even while taking
time to see how I was doing, to show me that he cared, he still made
time to say his tehillim....the fun, exciting, enthusiastic aura that
you carried around with you was unbelievable and I take it upon myself
to continue to make other people happy and brighten up people's days
just like you so often brightened mine.


By Anonymous

I can't write a letter saying I knew Nosson, and we had some special story together, or that I was able to talk to him in times of need. And I don't know how much this counts for but I feel the responsibility to express how much I looked up to him which sounds weird seeing that I never really talked to him. so the reason is I have allot of friends who know Nosson and they would always talk about the funny, nice, or considerate thing that he did, and after hearing how nice and helping he is, I suddenly had this feeling to want to be close with him and speak to him about matters that concern me. And although I never really did get to know him more than just the standard hi how are you, I still feel that somehow I knew him I know it sounds like I'm probably exaggerating this or trying to find something nice to say, but I'm really not, this is something I'm sure I'm not alone in. I just would wish I had the chance to make an actual connection with him so I can have that guy to talk to in times of need and anyone who had even an ounce of that should consider themselves very lucky people and never forget it. Anyway to sum up (although you can never truly sum up his amazing life and selflessness) Nosson was there for anyone who needed him and was truly a great person and we should all take good things upon ourselves in his honor because he would have done it for us.

Nosson the Chossid

By Esther Kosofsky

This was a difficult week for everyone close to Nosson and as I was preparing to teach a weekly Shabbos shuir, I wanted to be sure to talk about my nephew Nosson during the class. This time of year, the class includes a mishna from Pirkei Avos. I began looking for an appropriate mishna to connect and found something special about Nosson in so many of them. Without thinking I said out loud "every mishna this week reminds me of Nosson". One of my daughters replied in a flash "of course, it's Perek Chamishi which talks all about a chassid".
Of course.


By Yosef Katzman

............At that time Nosson came into my life. A young vibrant Bochur, full of life. When he Davened for the Omud, the whole Shul was ablaze. You couldn’t help but get dragged into his Chayus and start Davening warmly yourself.
I have no clue what he found in me. His brothers ask me justly, what was your connection to Nosson? I have no answer, other than saying I feel very lucky that we bonded. However, if I ever thought that I had a special privilege, now I know that there were hundreds like me.
Some of my children, may they live and be well, are his age. Still we became friends. We Farbrenged together, we cried together, we said L’chaim, and we talked and texted on our cellphones.
I discovered a boy who lived first of all for the Rebbe. He lived to live a life of Chassidus. He lived to do a favor to another Jew, sometimes physically and sometimes spiritually. His passion for Chassidus was one of a kind. And while he was the star of the show, he never wasted any time, and he was very punctual with his learning schedule.
Nosson would light up any Farbrengen, and he would turn on your envy of his knowledge of Tanya Baal Peh. This rare combination of a fun guy, who is as serious as they come, was something to marvel at.
I guess that being that I was older, I got to hear a little of his anxieties. And I know that he was many a time suffering from the circumstances. Nevertheless, he would collect himself, and with much Bitachon, he would burst out with a Niggun or a Gut Vort, which would reignite the spark of life and joy, to continue doing the right thing.
His love for his family, and especially for his brother Levi (may he have a speedy full Refuah, to live many happy and healthy years), was astounding. He was so excited to go visit and help on Yomtov and other occasions, that he would come back with such stories and renewed energy, that reassured you that all will be well.
Whenever we spoke, whether he was in California, Virginia or Florida, he was always excited about what he was doing. And when he visited New York, he always made a point of doing some catch-up, and when we spoke face to face, the radiance that came through, put all that you heard over the phone, into a motion picture, except in real life.
I was lucky to have a friend in Nosson Deitsch.
Then on Lag Baomer, as we were marveling over the great parade, and we enjoyed watching the children having fun at the carnival, the news came like a ton of bricks. I went into shock.
Tell me this is not true, I cried. But sadly as the hours progressed I realized that this is not a just a bad dream.
Nosson, Nosson, how could this be?
Over the next hours, throngs of Bochrim and friends came from all over to pay their last respects, and to cry their eyes and hearts out, over this unbelievable tragedy. I felt that I’m not alone.
Knowing that I was friendly with Nosson, my son sent me a text immediately, which said it all: “What should I say… Boruch Dayan Hoemes…. Knowing Nosson, there’s no sofek in the world he wants us to be mesameiach bsimchas horashby. He’s surely doing so himself.”
How poignant, how succinct; one sentence that says it all about Nosson.
The pain is aggravated by the long beautiful history and trials of the Deitsch family. I have a problem dealing with this situation. I know that many share these sentiments just like I do.
What can we say? What can we do?
I don’t know. Period.
I can’t imagine overcoming this one. Nosson helped me getting over Zalmen, but who is the Nosson who will help me get over Nosson?
I can only compare Nossons passing to that of Nadav V’Avihu. The two holy children of Aharon Hakohein. Who perished in the Mishkan on the day of its dedication.
Let me try some of the parallels.
The dedication of the Mishkan was a day of enormous joy. Lag Baomer is a day of great joy.
Nosson was a boy of happiness who made everyone else happy.
Nadav V’Avihu left no children.
Nosson left us without any children.
The response of Aharon their father was one of silence.
The passing of Nosson threw everybody into shock and silence. There are no words to utter.
Hashem told Moshe that the entire nation of Israel will cry over the fire that G-d ignited by the death of Aharons children
The entire Lubavitch community is crying over the passing of Nosson.

Love of his siblings

By Mayer Kotlarsky

Over the past week I have picked up the phone numerous times to call and offer comfort , each time I put the phone down and opened my email to try to write some words of comfort. However, it is hard to know what to say and it was easier to wait another day.

Today I am writing to share my memories, memories that will have an everlasting affect on the love a sibling had for another.
The first time I met Nosson was a few months ago, the Yeshiva Gedola of Miami were sent away for Shabbos and were hosted by our community in Boca Raton, the second time was at a Bris a few weeks ago. In reading about Nosson’s life he seemed to have been a leader, a friend of many and extremely learned, he is the only person I know (in retrospect) that knew the whole Tanaya bal peh .
Nosson had a way of making you feel like he was an old friend, like he knew you all your life. That is where the similarities that I have with all the other stories stop. In the hours we spent that Shabbos Nosson had one theme and that was the direction that all conversations went. He wanted to know everything I knew about Levi, Nechemia and Mendy. He pried into my memory, tell me one other story, how was your trip last year, what did you do. Any and every detail; if it was about his brothers he wanted to know it! Never once did he let the conversation switch to how Yeshiva was, as a former Shliach to YGM it always interests me to see what has changed in the last 10 years. However, he was with a friend of his brothers and he was not going to allow the conversation to be anything but that.

The second and last time we met I was on the other side of the shul when he noticed me. He made a B like and came straight up to me; he wanted to know about my trip this year to Toronto, “our class trip”. Unfortunately, I never made it this year, but the look in his eyes told me that he was as sad as I was for having missed it. For me, it was an opportunity to spend time with my classmates. For him, it was a lost opportunity to hear about our class being hosted by his brothers’ family.
Looking back, I realize the love and admiration he had for each of his siblings, I see the respect he had for them and even though it would have taken one answer to any of my questions about what he did in his down time to have shown his personal brilliance, he knew that would take away from the opportunity of showing respect to them, of talking about their Chabad houses, their yeshiva days, their stories.

There are no words of comfort that I could have said by picking up the phone or by writing an email. The ways of hashem are not understood. It was my pleasure to have met Nosson and it is just so strange that although I only met him twice it feels like I knew him forever, it seems like he had this unique ability to make everyone feel like they were his closest and oldest friends.

Your Siddur

By anonymous

So Nosson,

Today at Hebrew school, just like every week,i had a stack of siddurim from the shul. After they were all passed out to my students, i naturally opened one of the remaining ones. Here is what i saw on the cover page.

Presented to Bais Medresh Lubavitch
Longmeadow, Massachusetts


whose teachings and example are a
never-ending source of life for all mankind.
may we continue in his paths and complete the
mission with which he has charged us: to make
the world conscious of the imminent Redemption
and to prepare the environment where this ideal
can be realized.

By Nosson Deitsch

....and my students began davening leaving me in a daze. Nosson that davening you heard today wasn't ordinary, that davening was for you.

An Everlasting Image, Nosson & Zalman a"h

By Noach Kosofsky

An Uncle's Perspective
The Deitsch family always spent Pesach at Cyrel's parents, Rabbi Dovid & Leah Edelman, in Springfield MA. They led the community seder held at the Lubavitcher Yeshiva Beis Medrash for over thirty years.
Zalman usually took the opportunity to utilize the 40 minutes that it took to walk two miles to the Yeshiva Beis Medrash where he davened, to spend time with his children, taking interest in them, asking them what they were learning, reviewing inyanim, singing a chassidisher niggun, etc. The last year or two before Zalman was niftar, it was becoming difficult for Zalman to make the two mile walk from the Edelman's home to the Yeshiva both at night for the seder and then again during the day for shacharis-mussaf. In fact, the last Pesach of Zalman's life he barely made it to the Yeshiva and back for davening. It took him well over an hour to walk home to the Edelman's. It took effort to take each step. Anyone who came along and caught up to Zalman quickly went ahead at Zalman's insistence. Who do you think walked Zalman very patiently? Nosson, of course. (Most of the other Deitsch children were spending Pesach with siblings on shlichus or other places.) And what were they doing? Nosson, very animated, full of exuberance, was once again chazering Tanya baal peh to his dear father. (I believe at that time Nosson knew about 40 prakim by heart.) This image, this eternal bond between father and son, is forever etched in my mind.


By Anonymous

I don’t know Nosson. I don’t know his family. I know one of his cousins, and a friend of mine is familiar with his family. That’s the extent of our relationship. Yet when I found out about Nosson and his story I was greatly impacted. This blog has made me cry more then I have cried in a long time, tears flowed at the many beautiful insights and memories of Nosson. A boy I have never met has reached out and touched so many lives, that which this blog can only attest to. His picture gives off the impression of a chayusdig and leibedig boy full of life and vigor, a boy who has affected so many people, even people he doesn't know.
Nosson you inspire me. There aren't many people like you, and I know that you must have been extremely special for G-d to have wanted your neshama, but we need you down here, they have enough speical neshamos up there.
Bezchus Nosson Nota Deitsch OBM I have started a program in my school that will hopefully teach everybody and help everybody to reach out and touch lives just as Nosson did.
"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch."
Please Nosson, storm down the gates of heaven, beg and plead Hashem for Moshiach- He'll listen to you.

U'Mareh Ponim Soichakois L'Kulam

U'Mareh Ponim Soichakois L'Kulam

By Leibelovitch

A legendary heart & contagious smile. A love for learning and a passion to make a difference. These are all justifiable, but yet inadequate and attempted descriptions.
Let's just say this: there is only one "Nosson" in Lubavitch.
* * *
Although the following incident has always stayed clear in my mind, a friend - Shimmy Piekarski -
filled me in on a part I was unaware of, highlighting once again to what extent Nosson would go out of his way to do a 'gutzkeit' for another:
To preface:
Although a few grades senior, I feel both fortunate and grateful to have known Nosson, spending well over a decade together with him and many of his grade-mates. Many a memory brings a smile and much to reminisce.
I remember the first time meeting Nosson. I was walking with Shimmy Weinbaum, crossing the corner of Crown & Albany when a young 7th grader was crossing the street and approached us. With the most radiant of smiles he greeted us, asking how we were doing and 'what's new/the latest'. His eagerness & excitement, paired with his youthful maturity made quite an impression on me. "I gotta get to know this guy! (I'm sure I'm not alone with that thought after meeting Nosson for the 1st time...)
As we shared common friends we would meet every so often. One thing is for certain: with Nosson around, you were made to feel at ease and very much part of what was going on.
When Nosson's grade entered their Mesivta years, 10 of them banded together to help establish a new Mesivta in Staten Island (run by Rabbi Zalman Heller). Knowing many of the bochurim that went there, I thought of joining them; in the capacity of a yoshev or similar. Knowing Reb Zalman, I went over to him numerous times offering my services. I remember 'till today telling him that he has 'from the best bochurim in Lubavitch'. The closest I got to a yes was, "I don't know... Let me see... Ask me later". I therefore settled for second best, becoming a yoshev in Oholei Torah Mesivta during the day.
The next year came around and Staten Island expanded to 16 bochurim. The additional 6 bochurim greatly enhanced the Yeshiva. Headlining the group was Nosson Deitsch.
After giving up hope the year before, the new shipment injected a renewed interest to join the Yeshiva.
There were a number of bochurim there who expressed their interest in having a yoshev come. Knowing that I was interest, they'd make mention of me, but nothing ever happened. One of the bochurim I'd speak to often was Nosson. More than once I'd find myself striking up a chasidishe bull-shove with Nosson. I'd asking how it's going there (with an air of jealousy), and he'd right away ask, "Nu! Maybe come along! It's be great to have you" (That's Nosson: always making sure to make another feel good!).
Knowing my interest in joining the "elite rank of Staten Island Bochurim", he would tell me that he'd mention it and try to get me in. I thanked him but didn't think of it as much; just like all the others, he was well-meaning, but how much could he do already.
During Pesach - I remember, it was in the back of 770 - I saw Nosson. Again the same story unfolded. However, this time there was this determination in his voice. "The bus is leaving this-and-this time at this-and-this corner! Make sure to be there!" His excitement and conviction were certainly catchy and somewhat convincing.
It was the day or two after everyone left when I got a call from Reb Zalman asking if I was still interested in coming to help out. The next thing I knew I was in Staten Island. Nosson was the first to greet me. He was beaming from ear to ear; victory!
I naturally thanked him for his help and efforts.
As I mentioned above, this is where my knowledge of this incident goes. Shimmy, who was learning in Staten Island enlightened me on what happened on the other end: he told me that for weeks on end Nosson would harass the hanhala, claiming that there were no shluchim or eltere bochurim, etc... He made it his business.

It was so nogeiya b'nefesh to help another, that he took it upon himself to see the entire effort threw and succeed where others didn't.
* * *

A few snippets of life with Nosson during his Staten Island period:
He'd up early to walk over to the mikva and then from there, take the early-shift van to Yeshivah.
Davening & learning was with his trademark koch.
His schedule was a full one, yet he'd have time for everyone, as if no one or nothing else existed.
I was privileged to witness Nosson work at his goal of learning the entire Tanaya both in comprehension as well as by heart, even having the chance to test him. Despite the young age, you could tell by the way he said the words by heart that he understood everything he was saying - all done with a feeling of joy and spirit of happiness.
Whatever he did, whether davening, learning, farbrengens, sports or socializing, he was there 100 percent.
Nosson exemplified how one should celebrate life. Later, when with him on his year of Shlichus in YOEC, you could see his energy bear fruit. Whether it be a poshute mitvoch, a Friday Mivtzoim story, Chanukah Mivtzoim or a Mivtza Tanya B'Al Peh.
In conclusion: Nosson had a special koch in Iyonei Geulah U'Moshiach. He lived every day and throughout each day. There is no doubt that he was - and still is - a Geulah-Yid.
If the above is any indication, Moshiach should be coming any moment. For something needs to be done for someone else - Klal Yisroel no less - you can be sure that Nosson will make sure to get his way & make it happen :)

My fond memories of Nosson

By Roger Stoch

I had the privilege of meeting a VERY special Family in Dec '09 when attending the Chaseneh of my close friends David & Miri Birk, in Middelberg Virginia.

The Deitsch Family is certainly a very special Family and one that I immediately felt a part of.

Rabbi Levi insisted that we stay with his mother Cyrel in Crown Heights where we were headed after the wedding.

It was at this time that I came to see the most unbelievable warmth from Mrs Cyrel Deitsch and five of her children.
By Roger Stoch

This was my first visit to Crown Heights as well as my first visit to the US.

This was truly a special Shabbat - one that I will always remember.

Nosson returned 'home' erev Channukah, where I was able to spend some time with this impressive young man.

It is with great sadness that I learnt of his passing but at the same time I was comforted that I had been privileged to get to meet an incredible special person - My photographs of Nosson capture some of his qualities that I will always remember.

Ha'makom yenachem etchem b'toch she'ar avelai Tziyon vi'yerushalayim.

I love you too much!

By Yossi Deitsch - AZ

I really love Nosson very much. I always thought about how fun his wedding would be. I thought it would be really fun because he is always filled with chayus. I always used to play baseball with him. I could just imagine Nosson's face if I just think about him. But I know that whatever hashem does is for the good. Also when I was learning a sicha on Parshas Bichukasie, it says that when something not so good happens we should be filled with happiness. So we gave examples like when a father (hashem) scrubs a Childs head (bnay yisreal) and it hurts, the child should know that the father is being nice to him by cleaning his head. And I am very sad but I know that Nosson is still alive to me because he was the one who inspired me to learn as much Tanya, chumash, and to learn mishnayos, as much as possible. So as long as I know that I did what Nosson inspired me to do I feel like he is with me for whatever I do. Nosson was and still is very close to me. He is my youngest uncle that I love very much. I feel like the world was turned upside down when I heard the news. I feel and know that hashem knows what he is doing and I will not argue. But I still don't understand why this happened. When Nosson used to play with me he always used to compliment me and that is how I became good at baseball, not because I am good but because Nosson always said with a smile, "nice try" or "wow that was a good one". I love Nosson with all my heart. I can't really write a lot it would be easier to tell it. Nosson was the kind of uncle who was able to be with me knowing my limits. I think about Nosson all the time. I know that Nosson knew the whole tanya ball peh and want to be like him.



Nosson Deitsch was a very smart young man. He would learn at all hours of the day and night in order to keep his brain stimulated and focused on what he knew and believed to be important. From the Tanya which he knew by heart, to the gemara, to the sichos of the Rebbe, Nosson made sure to learn it all.
But that's not what made Nosson the great person he was. The greatness of Nosson was his smile, his warmth, his love, and his caring nature. I was only with Nosson on very limited occasions, but he left me with something that I will never, ever forget, and that was his FRIENDSHIP. Did he need to run over to me with a huge smile the first time we met? Did he need to greet me with a warm, shining glow and ask, "Hey, what's your name, and how are you doing"? Did he need to give me the time of day when he really didn't have a clue who I was?
Of course, the answer is No, he did not. He could have reacted like most of us do. But the greatness of Nosson is that HE DID! He made it a point to make people feel like they belonged, like they were connected, like they had a purpose! Not because he had anything to gain by doing it, but because this was the only way he knew how to act! His hardships, his pain, his suffering didn't stop his illuminating smile; it didn't stop his will nor his drive to make everyone feel like they were SOMETHING.
The Lubavitcher Rebbe was so special, not because of all his learning or the miracles that he performed, for many great Rabbis have done the same. The Rebbe was special because he CARED! The Rebbe gave everyone the time of day, no matter who they were. The Rebbe made kids feel like they meant something to society. The Rebbe made us all feel WANTED! This was exactly Nosson Deitsch! Nosson, the guy who knew no frown, no anger, no bad!
Unfortunately, Nosson was taken away from us just a few short days ago, so where does that leave us now? We have cried bitter tears over his loss and will continue to be pained for a long time, but what's it all for? What can we learn from his amazing life?
Nosson left us on the special day of Lag B'Omer, which was in no way a coincidence. The theme of Lag B'Omer is AHAVAS CHINAM, which means to love your fellow Jew even when there is no logical reason why you should. THIS IS WHO NOSSON WAS! Nosson didn't need you, but he wanted you. He didn't profile you nor judge you. He saw into you. Nosson saw the neshama of every Jew the way the Rebbe did! Nosson was the epitome of what it meant to have unwaivering AHAVAS CHINAM!
I'm sure that Nosson would want us all to take a lesson from him and help him to bring Moshiach. We have to remember Nosson's attitude toward life and be reminded that that is what it takes to bring Moshiach. It takes our determination to smile when we are bothered, to love when we are angry, and to care when it makes no sense.
Let's all start by taking a look within our own families, with those who are our own flesh and blood. If we are able to take this lesson from Nosson and implement it into our lives, there is no doubt that Hashem will feel our pain and will listen to our cries and will finally bring about the complete and final redemption with Moshiach Now!
Nosson keep on smiling. WE LOVE YOU!!!