Amir always had the right words. I can’t do him justice, so I’m just going to share how I spent some time with Amir.
Amir lived three houses away from our synagogue, Ahavat Torah, so on Shabbat afternoons between mincha and maariv, we would sometimes walk over to play chess. He was a good chess player. He was fair and straight – never too competitive.
We would sit at a small table, and play on a wooden chess set. His mother would bring over fruits, and his father would ask about our lives. It was a warm and friendly atmosphere.
I always looked forward to coming home for the weekend, possibly seeing Amir, and sitting down for another game of chess.