We’d all like to wish the YG shluchim a dandy farewell
…..and he somersaulted right out the airport door. It didn’t seem so odd at the time. They had already been dancing right in the middle of the airport for the past 15 minutes. Quite an interesting show, especially with all the Asians oogling at them and taking a million pictures and videos. Now the entire yeshiva was outside waiting for the bus, wherever the bus was supposed to pick them up. They migrated across the street. Automatically, for absolutely no good reason, they walked from bus station 1, where they were waiting, all the way to bus station 5 to wait. A completely pointless operation. The chicken effect, as the young man knows it, where one chicken randomly goes into a corner, and all the rest follow…until they all smoosh into the corner and the first chicken dies.
They had come to the airport to send the second year shluchim off. It was a little sad. The young man had spent an entire year with these fellows and he owed a heck of a lot to them. The YG shluchim were always there to help, they always knew the answers, and they were constantly making new programs and such for the bochurim. And they did all that not because they’re going to get anything, but simply because that’s what they came to do.
When the young man first came to this far-off country he could barely open a Gemara. Now, he’s on the verge of breaking that elusive barrier to the highest shiur. And it’s the YG shluchim that are responsible for all that.
The yeshiva here is built on these fellows.
They make the YG environment.
They make the bochurim.
They make us.
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