He was my Melamed for a few years…… Was a little boy then, didn’t fully appreciate it at the time. Years later when I grew up, it sunk in…. not so much the learning…. but the chassidishkeit, varimkeit that was embedded from having a true chassidishe yid being your melamed. Anytime we bumped into each other 25.. 35 years later … he always asked how I was…. my family… etc etc... To really know and care not just asking to make conversation.