it was a warm day in may,the sun beating down,I felt tired and just wanted to lie down and sleep.I walked into school and made a left. recess had just finished, and i was on my way to my favorite tutor ,Rabbi Unger.He had been my private teacher during hebrew classes for seven years. As I walked in, to the praying hall I felt very comferable. A strong smell of honey filled the room.Rbbi Unger was slouched almost vertically on his wheel chait ,with bread crumbs on his stained shirt.he was simlingy and slowly said in a croaky voice,"How are you,avi?your'e my friend,right?".For some reason the most important thing in his life ,seemed to be,to make sure i was his friend.I said "yes,of course" or something like that that,feeling bad for the old,crippled,man.

Even though i wasn't good at Hebrew,he inspired me so much.Truthfully I think he is a major reason I am who I am,now. He was one of the few people in that community that went out of his way to be nice to me.A good man in AND outside.With a small smile,stretching the skin on his face,he took his frail but strong hand on his wheelchair's arms. with a small grunt hen pulled himself up a bit but fell back down,sighing. "whens your bar-mitzvah,avi?" he asked.I answered that i didnt know.He asked me to invite him.He said even ifhe could come.hw wanted to beable to send me a present.It was obvious he wouldn't be able to come becouse of his wheelchair ,but i said maybe he could.He wanted more then anything to come to my bar mitzvah and be my friend.

The last day of school a few days before leaving, I ran into the prayer hall where he always was.I promised to try visit and assured him he was my friend,and I would send him an invitation.I never saw him again

According to some people a person is put into this life to fullfill one task.I don't know if this is true,or if it applied,but about a month after leaving i was talking on the phone with my friend Max. I asked him how everyone was doing and then about possibly one of the most important people in that community-Rabbi Unger.

ax told me hehe died in his sleep. He never came to my barmitzvah nor an invitation. Though up on the podium, when I was doing my portion,I thought of him.

Their is a lot more I can say about him,to thank him for.But most of all, beyond anything else,I just want to thank him for being my friend.

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