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.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


By Asher First:

2 years ago, on a mid summer day the phone rang. It was Nosson Deitch according to my caller ID.
“Hey, how are you? It’s Nosson.”
“Hi, Nosson what’s doing?”
“I’m in camp and the first month just ended. We have a 14 year old here who has been making a lot of progress since he came.. His parents can’t afford to pay for a second month but I think it is very important for him to be here. I have a guy coming to town in a few days to pick up money. Is that OK with you?”

Of course I made sure to find money somehow to send to Nosson. Where from and how long it took me to pay it back I don’t remember.
But when Nosson called with such a request, you knew it had to be done. Because Nosson cared about other people. There was no way he would let that kid go home and roam the streets just because his parents didn’t have enough money.

On the way back from his funeral today, I mentioned it to the guy who had come to town to pick up the money. Once the word camp was mentioned someone else in the car spoke about “that kid with the long hair Nosson used to tutor for a while and then took him in his bunk in camp.”
The details of that story I don’t have because I wasn’t there but there are probably many more such stories.

When I got to LA for my brother's wedding last year, I called Nosson to let him know I arrived. I was actually in my hosts house in the city by the time I called him but he was under the impression I was calling from the airport. When I just mentioned that I had come to LA he right away said “ Are you in the airport? I’ll be there in 20 minutes to pick you up!”

The next morning he told me he would pick me up to show me the Yeshiva even though it was a 5 min walk from where I was staying. I told him it would be ok if he just gave me directions but he wouldn't hear of it and pulled up in a car several minutes later.
He didn't just drop me off but showed me around the entire yeshiva complex.

My brother’s wedding was in the valley but Nosson made sure to show up and get everyone involved in the dancing.
He even decided that I had to be carried around on his shoulders* and didn't let me run till he managed to do so. (now, THAT is an accomplishment)

When the funeral procession attended by thousands of this precious 21 year old started, a big black cloud started dripping down tear like drops for a few minutes. There was no other rain before or after that. Even the heavens were crying for this loss

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