
A Tale of Two Souls and a Pair of Tefillin
It was 1992 when Howard Feinstein first opened the door to his Lower Manhattan office to find a black-hatted young man staring back at him. “Excuse me, Sir,” the boy asked, “are you Jewish?” “Of course, I’m Jewish,” Howard replied.” I even had a Bar Mitzvah!” “Well, would you like to put on tefillin?” the yeshiva boy shot back with a grin. “I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy today,” said Howard. “Here’s 20 bucks for charity. Have a nice day.”