By Menachem Elkayam
He probably doesn't remember me but i clearly remember him. My name is Menachem Elkayam and I go to the yeshiva in south beach. Thats how I know him. I remeember the warm smile that he would give me. He was once our substitute teacher for a week and 1/2 and he told us stories, and he tought us chumash and mishnayos. I often used to talk to him in zal whenever I had free time, I would see him with a ipod listening to shiurim on it and writing in a note book.
The last time I saw nosson in the yeshiva was friday before lag baomer. On sunday i went to a parade in florida and when I came back I looked on col and when I saw the news I froze. I didnt know what to do, I was so upset that I was crying and I couldn't hold it back. I didnt know him for that long and he impressed me in the last precious moments of his life, he made an impression on me as if I knew him for years.