By a cousin
When I was in Parksville one year, my bunk sat right next to Nosson’s bunk I remember how he had a child in his bunk who had a disability, I remember how Nosson always made sure to be extra attentive to the child and go out of his way to help him. Even when the child would be a little bit of a drain on the bunk Nosson would just smile and reassure the boy that it was okay this is just a small example of the love Nosson had for every single yid.
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