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.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Nosson, could you be my friend?

By Ahrele Loshack

OY! It's too much to think about. A life, a breathing and vibrant being, a fireball of enthusiasm, no more. How could it be? How could one who loved life so much and lived every moment of it to the fullest just be another page in our tragic history? Why?
Unfortunately, I didn't have the zechus of knowing Nosson on a very personal level. But that makes no difference. I know enough people that did. I know those people. I know when they were affected by Nosson. I know that he was their friend, a real friend. Sure, we all have friends; some more than others, but we all have. We have friends to hang with, play with, drink with, learn with, laugh, cry, and have fun with. But not everyone has or is a friend like what I saw of Nosson. He seemed to me like the real deal.
A friend of his told me that whenever they needed to rile things up, add some spice to the air, Nosson was there to come shake things up. A room full of people, all regular guys, good guys, couldn't get things going. In walks Nosson, and the entire atmosphere changes. What seemed to have been a dead scene bound to end in a couple minutes turned into a charged event, full of life and zest that lasted till the wee hours of the morning.
He also told me that you could count on Nosson to talk to. I talk to a lot of people, I'm sure you do too. We talk to this one, that one, a lot of "ones." But when it's really weighing on your heart, when it's really bothering you, where do you go? We don't all have that magical hallway with which to roll down our worries and feel free. Nosson was that hallway. I know it; I was told that many times, and not just today; no, a long time ago. I knew that this was a different kid.
Something was bothering you? "Come, Nosson, let's take a drive. Let's just forget about everything else and feel free. Let's talk about nothing, think about nothing, and have fun about nothing." "Sure, no problem, I'm here." That's the kind of friend he was. A friend that would drop everything and be there for you. Am I like that? Are you like that? I don’t know.
It seems to go on and on. He was a learner, the ultimate friend, a true chassid, a bomb of life, a truly sensitive person… The stories are pouring in. He did this, he did that, he was so nice to me, you, him, and your next door neighbor. I wish I could have known him a little more. I wish he would be here to comfort all the people that are missing him so much. I feel like I want to know him even more now. I wish I could be counted as one of his friends. I don't think he would mind. I wish he could've stuck around a little longer to add a little kindness to this cruel world. But no, now he's a victim of it. A victim of a mean and nasty reality. I hope he'll tell them up there that it's time for change, and a real one please.
Hashem, if you’re reading this, then please see the tears. I know that you've seen a lot in your career and it's silly for me to think that this is any better than anyone else's. But it's not only my tears, it's a pool, an ocean of tears put together. You are the True Judge, but we don't see the court case, the lawyers, the accused, the prosecutor, or anything else. All we see is the verdict, and it hurts. Our Rebbe that You gave us told us to believe, but demand. We shouldn't take that lying down or submissively. We should tell You that we are tired and worn out, and are really looking for the answer. Of course we'll stick with You through it all, but be a Good Dad. You gave us lot of petch and now we want Your smile. We lost too many soldiers, and now we want our best men back on the playing field. Give them all back. Bring Nosson home, please?

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