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 10, 2010

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!

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