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.

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Little Guy

By Woody Pollock

I remember so well answering the phone call from Brooklyn, one night, when Zalman (OBM) called me to tell me the wonderful news that there was a new Deitsch boy in this world and Momma and boy child fared well. He gave me the date and time for the Brit Milah and of course extended the famous Deitsch love of Simchas by inviting me and my wife (OBM) to come to Brooklyn! About 4 or 5 months later I brought my usual group of high school students for a Shabbaton; can you believe me when I tell you that wee infant boy had across his face the tiny smile that would mark Nosson for the rest of his life. Other visits brought a glimpsed of a strong, incredibly gifted child in an incredibly gifted family. I soon saw the commingling of two strong rivers of love in Nosson--Mother and Father. Hair-cutting, and a few more years pass and again I have my annual pre-Purim Shabbaton. On Sunday morning, Nosson's Mother was apparently hard-pressed to multi-multi- multi-multi-task (understand at 3x multi she was outstanding but at the fourth, well.....) Out of desperation and a realization that the 3 youngest kids would be late for school if they weren't walked up Kingston Ave to class, she gave me the "reins" to her 3 youngest and directions to get them there. What a kick! Me, with these 3 and the youngest laughing the whole way.I will never forget how scared I was to be on a Brooklyn street with kids that weren't mine and not being sure where to go. Nosson gave directions, Nosson told me not to worry we wouldnt be THAT late and Nosson smiled that Nosson smile in my head for years later. I grieve his loss as a Jew, as a Teacher, as a Father/Grandfather and most of all a Believer in the Future. May his impact upon all who knew him bring some measure of comfort to all who mourn him and know that in the Redemption we will all be Blessed by his smile once again.
My deepest condolences to all

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