When I was around 14 or 15 years old I went skiing on a Motzei Shabbos. While there, I fell and sprained my wrist. The next day I came to Yeshiva wearing a cast. Reb Volf intercepted me on my way in and without hesitation he tells me: "Biztu geven af skis? Af skis biztu geven?"
I was once fortunate to travel with him to New York. On the way, he mentioned in passing that he needs reading glasses to see from close, except when he's in 770. There, even without glasses he can see just fine.
When I was a Bochur in Zal, he would go over to my Chavrussa and tell him "Farvos lozts em nisht lernen"? (Which in itself was surprising to me because I did my fair share of talking.) Once, while he walked by he saw us talking and went over to my Chavrussa and gave him a friendly punch on his left side. I said, "Reb Volf, the other side is jealous." "Nor af dem cholol hasmoli," he said with a smile.
We were in a class setting and Reb Volf was teaching Likutei Torah. There was a Talmid in the class by the first name Motti who was day dreaming. Reb Volf paused and looked at him sharply. He said: "Motti, du bizt doh un du bizt nisht doh." Another Talmid in the class perked up and said: "Dos heist Moti Velo Moti." Reb Volf smiled broadly and said about him: "Amol zogt er a gut vort."
Reb Volf would often come over to me toward the end of Shabbos and ask me if I had done Ma'aver Sedra. Naturally, every time he asked me was when I hadn't done it. So I started doing it every week to avoid having to scramble at the end of Shabbos. This became a habit and I have since rarely missed.
I was once fortunate to travel with him to New York. On the way, he mentioned in passing that he needs reading glasses to see from close, except when he's in 770. There, even without glasses he can see just fine.
When I was a Bochur in Zal, he would go over to my Chavrussa and tell him "Farvos lozts em nisht lernen"? (Which in itself was surprising to me because I did my fair share of talking.) Once, while he walked by he saw us talking and went over to my Chavrussa and gave him a friendly punch on his left side. I said, "Reb Volf, the other side is jealous." "Nor af dem cholol hasmoli," he said with a smile.
We were in a class setting and Reb Volf was teaching Likutei Torah. There was a Talmid in the class by the first name Motti who was day dreaming. Reb Volf paused and looked at him sharply. He said: "Motti, du bizt doh un du bizt nisht doh." Another Talmid in the class perked up and said: "Dos heist Moti Velo Moti." Reb Volf smiled broadly and said about him: "Amol zogt er a gut vort."
Reb Volf would often come over to me toward the end of Shabbos and ask me if I had done Ma'aver Sedra. Naturally, every time he asked me was when I hadn't done it. So I started doing it every week to avoid having to scramble at the end of Shabbos. This became a habit and I have since rarely missed.
May he continue to inspire us all!
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