Here’s a story that happened to my father, Rabbi BenTzion Welton today, at Pittsburgh International Airport :
I had just sat down after security to tie my shoes when an agent came over to me.”uh-oh” I thought, “what did I do wrong?”
” I need some information,” he said.
“Abraham Twerski,” he questioned,” is he alive?”
I saw his haggard eyes and hesitated answering. Sadly I said,” no, he passed away a couple of weeks ago.”
” How old was he?” Wanting to at least assure a long life.
” In his nineties,” I said, ” I think maybe 95. A great man.”
“Yes,” he affirmed and walked away.
But 2 minutes later he came back and whispered in my ear,
” He saved my life,” and walked away.
how?