Rav Moshe Feinstein and the Car Door
A driver slams the car door on Rav Moshe Feinstein's fingers. In great pain, Rav Moshe says nothing, so as not to embarrass the man who kindly drove him.
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A driver slams the car door on Rav Moshe Feinstein's fingers. In great pain, Rav Moshe says nothing, so as not to embarrass the man who kindly drove him.
A student who learned Gemara with his father each Shabbos finished one daf, and Rav Moshe Feinstein told him to make a siyum and promised to attend himself.
Asked via Rav Shach whether Chinuch Atzmai should fund a picture book on the Torah, Rav Moshe Feinstein said no: children must learn to use their minds.
The Bobover Rebbe borrowed to buy visas that saved lives in the Holocaust. When a lender demanded full repayment after the war, Rav Moshe Feinstein ruled on the case.
A homeowner hoped to save money by putting an eruv-style string doorframe around his roof instead of a fence. Rav Moshe Feinstein's answer was short and plain.
At a bris, Rav Moshe Feinstein puts down one milk carton for another, and people decide he rejects its hechsher. The real reason: the carton was empty.
Asked twice whether ice cream after a meal needs a bracha, Rav Moshe Feinstein first asked what it was made of: milk meant no bracha, but milkfat meant yes.
When his grandson began drying off wet grapes before eating them, Rav Moshe Feinstein told him it was unnecessary, following the custom not to wash for wet foods.