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.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Chavrusa and Close Friend

By: Yaakov Shemesh

Nosson and I had a great connection the minute we met in the Chabad Yeshiva in Staten Island. I live a few minutes away and daven in that shul. When the Chabad Yeshiva moved in, in its first year, I met Nosson the first day. He was so charming, warm, kind and easy going that we immediately clicked.
I looked forward to coming home from high school each day to chazer Tanach or Gemara which I learned in school that day. No matter what he was doing at the time, he always made himself available to help me out and teach me Torah. He learned with such an amazing superhuman enthusiasm, such that I had never seen previously in my life. It inspired me so much that during shiur each day I was able to pay close attention to my Rebbi and get involved in the discussions. I would tell my friend's about this wonderful new friend of mine from Crown Heights, who they had to meet, I guaranteed them that they've never seen a true Yeshiva Bochur who was this cool and outgoing.
Nosson's energy and internal fire for Torah and Kiruv penetrated even my most distant friends, they too started to come over my house, from Staten Island and Brooklyn just to be able to learn with him and get help with Gemara.
One shabbat I went to Philadelphia for a Bar-Mitzvah and I happened to be hosted by Nosson's brother Shaya. He treated us with such hospitality and warmth. When he told me he was Nosson's brother, I realized that the Chassidus personality of generosity, kindness and humbleness is in the family genes. From then on Nosson and I had a closer connection.
I remember the nights he would walk me back home from yeshiva and we would talk in Chassidus, Gemara, Hashkafa and general life issues. He gave me Chizzuk when I needed it, he introduced me to Chassidus and its pious way of life it entails, he taught me how accept all types of people I encounter, and most importantly he taught what a true chassid is. Nosson did not merely say he was a Lubavitcher, he lived and breathed the Rebbe's teachings, he thrived on performing the chessed and kiruv which the Rebbe exemplified, he put his learning into practice; he lived a beautiful life of Chassidus.
For three years I had the Zechus to have a deep Kesher with Nosson and his family. He invited me to sleep at his house for Shabbat; which I will always remember. That Shabbat uplifted my soul to levels I had never reached before; I shtaiged more in those two days than any other two days of my life. Just his hospitality alone, which clearly he learned from his parents, made me feel so comfortable in a new neighborhood I had never been in before other than to visit 770 and the Rebbe's kever. I remember I was learning Masechet Berachot at that time; I was up to daf Dalet or so. I did not understand what David meant when he said "Chasid Ani", which the gemara goes on to explain to mean that David would wake up before all other kings and judge tedious cases of purity and civil cases. Nosson's father explained it to me so well. I think that memory fits Nosson's personality trait of zerizus, alacrity. He had the right, similar to that of David, to tell Hashem: "am I not a Chasid"; when most bochurim were sleeping Thursday nights Nosson would be learning with a full heart, when bochurim would be talking after shacharit, Nosson would eagerly volunteer to give the daily "Hayom Yom" from the Rebbe's teachings, when bochurim would be tired of delving into a sugya, Nosson would go deeper and deeper.
This past year Nosson and I reunited in Miami during a winter trip I took there. We had not seen one another in over four years; since he left Staten Island. I could not believe my eyes that Shabbat in the Chabad Shul on 41st street. I was seeing Nosson; I had never dreamed that I would see him there out of all people. We spent that shabbat learning and catching up on old times together. That reunification reignited a spark in me that had not been lit since the last time I saw him, over four years ago. I felt like a new person, a chiyus went through my body from the happiness I got from such a zechus to see Nosson. He memorized my phone number and called me after shabbat to set up a chavrusa for the rest of that year from back home in Staten Island. Low and behold, the rest of the year we would learn over the phone at night time. Sometimes even as late as one o' clock he was still in the mode to learn. Even over pesach when he was in virginia helping his brother out, he made time to learn with me.
He told me over sefirat haomer he was finishing masechet Sota at a pace of one daf a day. I asked him if it is hard to learn at such a fast pace, he replied that it isn't easy but he has seen it more than a few times so he is familiar. He did not want to make me feel bad so he admitted that he was mesayem many times already. On the day of his petira he was up to daf 34.
If I only knew that Hashem was going to take Nosson from klal yisrael, I would have taken advantage of the precious time I had with him. I did not comprehend how lucky I was to be a chaver of his until now. I did not fully realize what a zechus gantz klal yisrael had to have him Nosson on this earth with us for twenty one years, until now. I still do not fully understand his Gadlus, but I think I got a glimpse after seeing some of the memories people have of him.
I know Nosson is with Moshe Rabenu, Aharon, and all the gedolim, I pray that his zechus protect us and that he be a meilitz yosher in shamayim for yeshuos for all of us and the coming of Moshiach, b'miheira b'Yamenu
We will always remember you

Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Request...

By Anonymous

It's become a tradition of sorts, that every Motzei Shabbos during Melaveh Malka I visit this blog to read something about Nosson. It's my inspiration for the week ahead...a means of reminding myself that a chossid like this existed in our midst. Hashem knows it's high time to bring this chossid back...while we wait impatiently, another story, please?

Don't stop sharing stories, anecdotes, memories, and writings of Nosson. This blog is keeping chassidim alive.