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It’s a month since the passing of the gadol hador, and we’ve all heard about Rav Elyashiv’s greatness — from his mind-boggling focus and diligence to his ability to formulate a psak on the most complicated of issues. But speak to the women who were zocheh to live in his home and another side of his greatness emerges.
In the summer of 1985, Suzie Herzberg boarded a plane to fly home from her honeymoon. Minutes later, two armed terrorists took over the plane, shouting, “We come to die.” Throughout the harrowing 37 hours that followed, Hashem’s guiding Hand was clear.
At first, the few pages were a short story, and then, day by day, the story became longer and longer, and by the time the baby stopped his morning naps, I had a book. What to do with it? I found an envelope, placed the manuscript in it, looked at the front pages of a book on the shelf for the publisher’s info, wrote his name and address on the envelope, and took it the post office.