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

Much more then memories...

By Zevy Greenwald

Although going off to CGI Montreal was something that I had waiting so eagerly for, I started having second thoughts before I boarded the plane. At just nine years of age, I had never left the comforts of my home for an extended period of time. Having been brought up on Shlichus in Long Beach California, outside of the few frum kids who lived nearby, I had never had much exposure to frum kids. Yes, I was certainly excited, but nervous just the same. How would I fit in? Would the other kids welcome me, a child brought up in a very different type of environment then most frum kids? In school I had friends with names like Ron and Jonathon, how would I fare with Mendys and Zalmys? After a long flight to New York and a longer drive to Montreal, I had arrived. We were seated in the Shul to be divided into bunks. The unfamiliar sea of faces weren’t helping to alleviate my worries. Names were called out. The room began to empty. Suddenly I heard my name called. With shaking knees I walked over to the front of the shul. With knots in my stomach I shyly glanced at my new bunkmates in bunk Vov. Fortunately for me, Nosson and I were placed in the same bunk. Nosson immediately sensed my unease and began to do what he did best. He came over and with a huge smile and without being asked, helped me schlep my suitcases up to the bunkhouse. We hit it off immediately. He made sure my transition into camp would be and enjoyable one. He introduced me to all his friends who promptly became our friends. I remember his incredible chayus, be it for “cocoa club Mishnayos Baal Peh” in the morning, or a game of volleyball. Forever popular with all the staff members, his cheer and good humor were something to behold. Never without his famous smile, he was every counselor’s dream camper and every camper’s dream bunkmate. I winded up having one of my most memorable and fun summers, no doubt in large part to his valued friendship.
Fast forward five years. I was a general in Yeshiva Summer Program of Morristown’s color war and was getting ready for the first entrance to kick it all off. I clearly remember looking over at the opposing team’s generals, spotting Nosson in his new general’s t-shirt, and thinking “oh boy are we going have a tough fight with him leading their team”! His incredible ahavas yisroel easily made him one of the most popular bochurim there. The chayus he had exhibited earlier had only grown over the years and combined by his natural leadership skills, made him a very formidable opponent. Forever leading by example, he was up early to help those of his teammates who needed the extra help with their Tanya Baal Peh, despite working into the wee hours of the night before on his team’s play. After three hard working days his team won. Being the classy, loving individual he was, he came over to give me a hug and tell me that our team did and amazing job.

Fast forward six more years. I now had the fortune to spend a year in Ohlei Torah with Nosson. I was able to see how his incredible “camp chayus” adapted to his “Yeshiva life”. I was amazed at the fervor with which he studied and davened. His devotion to both Chassidus and Nigleh was outstanding. Always prepared to chazzer over a Chassidishe maaseh, or a Rishon he had just learned, he was a constant pleasure to be around. Yet, he wasn’t content to just learn and do his own avodeh. Always asking about another’s wellbeing, his genuine concern and integrity was truly heartwarming. His love for every bochur, indeed every Jew, was openly apparent and extraordinary. It is this absolute love, more than anything else that comes to mind when I think of Nosson.

Although the passing of a family member or friend is always painful, Nosson’s was particularly excruciating. But alas, the Aibishter picks the diamonds to take back to himself. I am forever honored to be called a friend, and proud to be a fellow tomim with this most beautiful of Neshomos. I am sure Nosson is banging on heaven’s gates, with that legendary chayus of his, and demanding the end of all of our suffering!
May our tears of sorrow change to those of joy, with the coming of Moshiach. May we greet him with Nosson leading the way, taikef umiyad mamesh!

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