A Conversation With A Tzaddik
Last night, I spoke on the telephone with the Sudilkover Rebbe for another two hours. He gave me a beautiful brocha before we ended our conversation in which he mentioned the Hebrew names of my wife, three children, and myself off the top of his head. The Sudilkover Rebbe also told me that he davens for my family and myself every single day.
I was absolutely stunned upon hearing this because I knew that only someone who actually mentions these names each day in davening can recall them so quickly. I cannot describe the feeling that I have knowing that my family and I are in this tzaddik's daily prayers; I cannot describe how special I think this tzaddik is.
The Sudilkover Rebbe, in his humility, would certainly object to me calling him a "tzaddik", and I am certainly not using this word to embarrass him. This is just my perception of him and an honest expression of my feelings.