No one to small

Many years ago, when i was in first grade at prospect park day school, Reb Shlomo was invited to give a special concert for the kids. We were thrilled and thought of nothing else for weeks. On the actual day of the concert i woke up with a fever and my mother refused to let me go to school, I was so sad i couldn't stop crying. Several hours latter the door bell rang when my mother opened the door she just stared in shock at the celebrated figure of Reb Shlomo smiling broadly, with guitar in hand. "I hear there is a little boy inside who missed the concert, i didn't want him to feel left out so here I am." Astonished my mother stepped aside, Reb Shlomo then proceeded to give me the concert of a lifetime.

Taken from Yitta Halberstam Mandelbaum's biography "Holy Brother"