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My name is Avraham Dovid Teitelbaum, though I am better known as Albert Teitelbaum, Professor Albert Teitelbaum.

I grew up in Montreal. Until I was twelve years of age, I was an only child. My parents were both deaf-mutes and my grandfather and my uncle lived with us. Our home was kosher, and I was raised with good Jewish values, but I did not receive much of an education in Judaism nor did I attend yeshiva.

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In my second year of college in 1957-1958, I was fortunate to meet Rabbi Elya Lipsker, who was instrumental in arranging my first audience with the Rebbe, which took place right after I got married the following year. My new bride wanted to go to New York and, like a good Jewish husband, I went to New York, and this is when – through the intercession of Rabbi Lipsker and his brother Yankel – I met the Rebbe.

At this time I was Torah observant, and I was pretty comfortable with my Yiddishkeit, but my knowledge of Chabad was limited. The Chabad movement then didn’t have the outreach on a grand scale that it came to have ten or twenty years later as a result of the Rebbe’s various campaigns.

In my first audience with the Rebbe the most important advice that I received was to be in touch with Rabbi Nissen Mangel, who was then teaching at the Lubavitcher Yeshiva in Montreal. I followed that advice – Rabbi Mangel became my mentor, and he helped me make up what I had missed because I had never studied in yeshiva. He was a dependable and patient teacher. The Rebbe had put me in very good hands.

A few years later, when I received my Master’s Degree in mathematics at McGill University in Montreal, I considered going to yeshiva for a time, and I went to see the Rebbe to ask if I should take this step. But the Rebbe said no. He thought I should go on to study for a doctorate because I would be more effective with a Ph.D. Again I followed his advice. (more…)

In the 1960s, my family was living in London, England, and I was a student at the Tomchei Temimim yeshiva in Crown Heights.

In those days, it was extremely difficult to get tapes of the Rebbe’s talks. There were very few available, and only special people could get them. So I wrote to my grandfather who lived in London and asked him to send me a small reel-to-reel recorder with which I’d be able to make my own tapes.

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By Divine Providence, the recorder arrived on January 31, 1966, which happened to be Yud Shvat, when there would be a chasidic gathering, a farbrengen, and when the Rebbe was expected to give a talk. So, as fast as I could, I ran the four blocks from my dormitory to the post office to collect it. Unfortunately, there was some very heavy snow that day, and I slipped and fell.

Immediately, I felt the most unbelievable pain in my ankle, and I literally could not walk – I could not take even one step. But I was so eager to begin taping the Rebbe that I hopped on one foot to the post office and back.

When I returned, Dr. Avrohom Seligson, who usually prayed outside the Rebbe’s room, took one look at my foot and said that I must go straight to the hospital.When my friends got wind of my condition, they called a taxi, planning to escort me to the hospital.

Somehow, I convinced them that I could get there myself. But once inside the taxi, I instructed the driver to take me to a store in Manhattan which sold the special batteries needed for my new tape recorder. I arrived back just as the farbrengen was getting under way. The room was so full that it was impossible to get a place to sit. I managed to find a little spot on a table where I put my tape recorder, but I had to stand on one foot for six hours.

Early that morning, after the farbrengen, I finally went to the hospital in Crown Heights. They took one look at my foot and said, “This is too swollen now. You should have come hours ago. We can’t do any x-rays until the swelling has gone down. Go home, elevate the leg and come back tomorrow morning.” (more…)

My relationship with the Rebbe began in 1967. That year my son Gur was killed in a tragic shooting accident. Shortly after that, I received a letter from the Rebbe, which I saved and still cherish.

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Some time later, I met him in person for the first time, the first of many meetings I was privileged to have. I will never forget how he looked into my eyes with his piercing, but very warm, eyes.

Through our conversation we discussed many issues.

I knew that from the time of the Russian Revolution of 1917, the only people who managed to keep contact with the besieged Jewish community in the Soviet Union were Chabad, and I knew that the Rebbe had great influence. So I asked him to put pressure on the Soviets. This was a time when, for public relations reasons, the Soviet Union was starting to allow musicians and artists to leave. I thought that we should be putting more pressure on the Soviets, and then more Jews would be allowed to leave.

The Rebbe did not agree. He said that we should be very careful with the Soviets. It was the time of Brezhnev – it was a tough period in Russia. We should be careful, he said, because we can never know what their reaction will be.

“But, it will not take too many years,” he continued, “before the doors will open.” I remember the conversation.

“Everything in the world is becoming more open. There are millions of students in the country, and it will be impossible for Russia to remain closed. There’s no doubt a change will take place there.” And, as a matter of fact, that’s exactly what happened. The Rebbe had anticipated this as he anticipated many things. (more…)

Although I was educated at the Torah Vodaas High School, there came a time in my life when I became a follower of the Lubavitcher Rebbe and switched over to study in a Lubavitcher yeshiva.

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I had heard amazing stories about him. For example, the principal of Torah Vodaas High School, Rabbi Alexander Linchner – quite a famous man, the founder of Boys Town Jerusalem – told one story. He said that he had been in Radin, Poland, with Yisrael Meir Kagan, the renowned “Chofetz Chaim.” The great teacher had looked over the border to Russia and said, “There are at least a million Jews in that country, and they are all on the shoulders of one Lubavitcher Rebbe.” He was speaking about the Previous Rebbe, of course, but nonetheless it made a deep impression on me, because by then I was attuned to hearing anything to do with Chabad.

On another occasion – this was in 1974 – Rabbi Dr. Joseph Kaminetsky, who was the head of the Torah Umesorah Society for Hebrew Day Schools, told me about a time in the 1950s, when their Olameinu magazine was in a severe financial crisis and was going to stop publishing. The Rebbe sent a thousand dollars– a great deal of money in those days – to help out, and that enabled the magazine to continue. Now, Lubavitch was publishing its own monthly magazine, Talk and Tales, and one could assume that the last thing the Rebbe would want is to save a competitor from going under, but the Rebbe said, Olameinu is needed for the people it caters to. The Rebbe always wanted what was best for Klal Yisrael, for the entire Jewish people.

When I first joined the Lubavitch Yeshiva in 1957, as a 17-year-old, I was sent to the Lubavitch yeshiva in Montreal for four years, and after that I came to study at the Chabad Headquarters at 770 Eastern Parkway. Of the many experiences and stories I can relate, I have to say that the most abiding image of the Rebbe is this one which captured the Rebbe’s tireless dedication and deep caring for each and every Jew, and which forever after inspired me in my work as a Chabad shliach in London: I remember the conclusion of Simchas Torah, when the Rebbe had just spent an exhausting week, giving many lengthy discourses while standing on his feet, followed by dancing with the Torah. Then, at the end of the festival, he would personally distribute wine from his Kos Shel Brocho to thousands of people who were present – all the while, still standing on his feet. This took many hours, lasting to two or three in the morning. (more…)

My Hebrew name is Sholom Moshe Ben Avraham and my English name is S. Murray Kupetz. The reason for the ‘S.’ is because my parents meant it to stand for Sholom but they couldn’t come up with an English-sounding equivalent, so they just wrote S. Murray Kupetz on my birth certificate. Whenever people question this, I tell them that Harry S. Truman had the same problem – his S. stood for nothing and he managed to become president of the United States.

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In 1962, shortly after Sukkos, I became engaged to the daughter of Rabbi Yehuda Zev Segal, dean of Manchester Yeshiva, and he took us to receive a blessing from the Rebbe.

It was a very special audience. The Rebbe quoted from the Torah portion of Shoftim – which begins, “You shall establish judges and guards at all the gates of your communities…” And then he gave over a teaching from the Maggid of Mezeritch that the word “gates” also refers to all the entrances into body of the human being – the eyes, the ears, the senses – all of which admit information from the outside. All these have to be guarded, he said.

He then went on to say that a Bais Din, a Jewish court of law, in order to be effective, must have a “makel lirdos v’shofar l’hariya – a staff with which to punish, and a trumpet to blow,” meaning, they must have an method with which to threaten, if necessary, and an instrument with which to announce and publicize.”
“What are the parallels for the human being?” the Rebbe asked. If the judges and guards are the gateways to the body, what do the stick and the trumpet represent? (more…)

2013 was a banner year for the My Encounter project, with over 120 individuals interviewed across the world. Here is a highlight reel of some of the most striking interviews conducted in 2013.

The My Encounter project has announced an ambitious plan to interview 100 individuals before Gimmel Tamuz.

According to director Rabbi Yechiel Cagen, funding for the project’s $225,000 budget is covered only in very small part by DVD sales; the lion’s share is provided through donations from individuals and families who appreciate the urgency of recording these testimonies. The funds go toward the expenses of research, interviewing, cinematography lights and sound, as well as transcribing and preserving the interviews.

The My Encounter project has launched an innovative way for people to join and help record more testimonies – the Dollar Per Interview Campaign, where people donate $1 (or $2, $5, $18, etc.) per interview. “This small amount brings down the price per interview, and enables us to go out and record the critical interviews on our list.”

Every month, partners in the campaign receive an exclusive report and summary of the new interviews conducted.

“Last year, we captured so many amazing stories. There are so many great ones waiting to be recorded.”

Click here to join the Dollar Per Interview campaign.