My great grandfather was the rav and the “candy man” of the shul that he built. Even when he was in his last months of life, in pain and dying of leukemia; sitting in shul on Shabbat a little child came to my great grandfather for candy. His grandsons, my father and my uncle, would tell him to sit down – that they would go get it for the child instead. Yet, he insisted. He lifted himself up out of his seat and slowly limped to the cabinet in the back of the shul, where he had left the bag of lollipops to bring one back for this young child. He was a gadol nistar who respected even the smallest of mitzvahs, putting a smile on a young child’s face. But for a saint such as you, being mechabed a sefer torah – such an insignificant mitzvah – I think everyone can agree you’re too high and lofty for that… I don’t understand what the gabbay’s hava aminah was! It’s a bizayon to you to have to waste your precious time with such shtus. It’s poshut bitul Torah.
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