In days gone by, Rosh Hashanah had dominated my life. I knew that my sins grieved the Almighty and so I pleaded for forgiveness. In those days, I fully believed that the salvation of the world depended on every one of my deeds, on every one of my prayers.
Weisel was a devout Jew as a young man. He loved and was devoted to God. He had devoted his being to God.
