A very special memory
Today is a very emotional day for me. It is Rosh Chodesh Kislev, the beginning of the month of Kislev, and it brings back memories from the year 1977. I was studying in Brooklyn at the time, at the Rebbe’s Yeshiva in 770 Eastern Parkway. At the Hakafot (dancing and celebrating) on Shemini Atzeret, the culmination of the holiday of Sukkot when we dance with the Torah, I witnessed the Rebbe suffering a serious heart attack. The Synagogue was packed with thousands of people squeezed together enjoying one of the most joyous and ecstatic days of the year. It is impossible to describe the electricity in the Rebbe’s presence at Simchat Torah celebrations, and it is safe to paraphrase the Talmud relating to the Sukkot celebrations in the Temple, “whoever did not see this joy has not seen joy in their lives.” It was so packed that it was impossible to move around. A mass of people stood on the floor in the center, and on bleachers built from table...