Kindness

Nosson, as Shliach in California had a car, and he never hesitated to lend it out. In addition, he gladly taught anyone who wanted to learn how to drive, to drive with his car. 

When I finally got my license, and wanted, on occasion, to borrow his car he always gladly gave it with a smile. It was a simple matter of asking for it, and it was yours to borrow.  

One morning I desperately needed to go somewhere and asked Nosson for his car. However, to my dismay, he told me that he needed it that day and could not lend it out. To my surprise, when he saw how distraught I was, he offered to drive me. "If I can't give you my car, at least let me drive you," he said.

This exemplifies what Nosson was in my eyes. Whenever or wherever, he was always willing to go out of his way for another, although he was absolutely not obligated to do so. 

It was not done in an ostentatious way, it was done quietly, without any need for fanfare. 

Sunday MInyan

By: Glen

Proud of my 14 yr old son who 7:30 AM this morning woke up before me, without a coax, raced with me to lay, say, and raise one for a dear friend of his. Nosson Dietsch A"H.
I remember when my son was 8 yrs old, he turns to me to ask" Daddy, can you believe that man grabbed me and put me on top of his shoulders and we danced around the Bima?! What a thrill and a unforgettable memory you gave that boy. Not only did I believe it but because of Nosson I continue to believe.

Nosson OBM - A sun in our midst

By: Bentzy Plotkin

I wake up to the dreary sound of rain bouncing off my window, to the painful ache pounding my heart. A dear friend is gone, and even the heavens seemed to notice.


It surprises me that I am so overcome with emotion, after all, I only knew him for a short time and I our time together was infrequent, yet the tears are still trickling down my face.


We walk towards a freshly dug grave, and I am still in shock, it seems unreal. I want to scream "Nosson, Don't go - I still need you".


And while his casket is being carried by the mourners, as friends and family are standing in shock, I notice the sun creeping though the clouds and finally chasing them away, causing the birds to suddenly chirp. It was as if Nosson himself was trying to comfort us.


It than dawns on me why the pain feels so real, why tears are streaming down my face, and why

While the time I spent with Nosson was relatively limited, the pain is so real.


With Nosson, our every interaction raised my spirits. He was like a sun breaking through my clouds. He had such a zest for life that was contagious, and no matter how down I was feeling at the moment - he lifted me up in such a sincere and cheerful way.


Nosson, you were an inspiration for me how to live life to its fullest.


You continue to inspire me now by how many lives you have affected.


I will try to take that inspiration with me throughout life's journey, to be a sun in the clouds that threaten.


RIP Nosson