“Thirty-four years ago, when I was a first grade student at Prospect Park Day School, Shlomo Carlebach was invited to perform for the student body at a special assembly.  We were thrilled and thought of nothing but the upcoming performance.  On the actual day of the concert I woke up with a fever, and my mother had to keep me home from school.  I was disappointed and climbed into bed, crying.  Several hours later, the doorbell rang, and when my mother opened the door, she stared in shock at the celebrated figure of Reb Shlomo Carlebach smiling broadly with his guitar in hand.  ‘I hear there’s a sick little boy inside who missed the concert today,’ he beamed.  ‘I didn’t want him to feel left out, so I came to give him a private concert of his own.  You don’t mind, do you?’  Astonished, my mother stepped aside and Shlomo Carlebach gave me the concert of a lifetime.” ~ Holy Brother