By: Berel Fine
Whilst I was in San Diego helping a Shliach for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, I thought it was the opportune time to go see the city of L.A., to personally observe the great spectacle so often spoken about. When I arrived, my dear friend Nosson kindheartedly took me on a personal tour. He excitingly explained to me the all the great demonstrations of the 21st century, even caring to meticulously point out anything which was acute to my own aesthetic feelings.
When my long and strenuous day came to an end, I realized that I had not originally planned to stay anywhere. I said my thanks and goodbye to Nosson, thinking that I would settle down to an uncomfortable nights sleep in the car.
But Nosson was ahead of my game. He turned to me and adamantly asked me to stay for the night. Knowing there were no extra beds I politely declined. But he happily yelped at me “don’t be crazy! You'll sleep in my room! The guys are Farbrenging, so you can take one of their beds!” I exclaimed that I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in a bed belonging to someone unknown to me. So he gently smiled and asked me if me I felt homey enough sleeping in his bed! I couldn’t and would not think of it, knowing that he would probably not find another bed for himself to sleep on. But he was unrelenting, saying that he could easily find another one to sleep on and it was a non issue for him. Seeing how much it meant to him I gave in and stayed the night.
I'm still uncertain where he slept that night.
This is only one story of the many that I could think of about Nosson. They are all about self sacrifice and altruistic motives. I miss him dearly and I pray for his return.