I just went out to get my lunch and I saw something I had never seen before: an orthodox pan handler. He was wearing a black, velvet kippah and his tzitzit were hanging out. He held a sign that said, "I lost my job. My wife is sick. My mother died." He looked so sad and broken, and he was rocking back and forth on his heels as if in prayer. I
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