Ilana Lindenblatt

He volunteered for the Jewish Ambulance Service because it felt good to help his people when he'd grown up feeling so helpless about what was happening to the Jews around him. Alana told me that on 9-11, he ran to St. Vincent's to volunteer as an EMT. He attended synagogue every week. He wore a yarmulke all the time because of what an act of defiance it still was to him.

He volunteered for the Jewish Ambulance Service because it felt good to help his people when he'd grown up feeling so helpless about what was happening to the Jews around him. Alana told me that on 9-11, he ran to St. Vincent's to volunteer as an EMT. He attended synagogue every week. He wore a yarmulke all the time because of what an act of defiance it still was to him.

Religion, if you think about it, he said, is mostly Meshuggah's. He did it to remind himself and the world that he was allowed to, because it's a fist in the face to the people who tried to kill him and eradicate his people. His family was his revenge against Hitler, as was his marriage, as were his daughters.

Religion, if you think about it, he said, is mostly Meshuggah's. He did it to remind himself and the world that he was allowed to, because it's a fist in the face to the people who tried to kill him and eradicate his people. His family was his revenge against Hitler, as was his marriage, as were his daughters.

as were his grandchildren, as was his home, the same one he lived in and was never asked to leave. I survived the Holocaust, he told me. I survived the Hungarian Revolution. I survived 9-11 and a lot of things between. And this is my last stand, though, last to try to survive. So I'm not giving up.

as were his grandchildren, as was his home, the same one he lived in and was never asked to leave. I survived the Holocaust, he told me. I survived the Hungarian Revolution. I survived 9-11 and a lot of things between. And this is my last stand, though, last to try to survive. So I'm not giving up.

But then, in January, Ilana called me to tell me her father's decline had become more rapid, and I went to visit him one last time, to read him this article, in case he didn't live to see it published. The house was filled when I got there.

But then, in January, Ilana called me to tell me her father's decline had become more rapid, and I went to visit him one last time, to read him this article, in case he didn't live to see it published. The house was filled when I got there.

The men from the ambulance service came in and out, visiting all day and night, making sure the Lindenblats had every hospital bed and chair assist they needed. He was now confined to a bed, and he could barely open his eyes to greet me. But he did, with that smile. The men from the ambulance told me stories about him.

The men from the ambulance service came in and out, visiting all day and night, making sure the Lindenblats had every hospital bed and chair assist they needed. He was now confined to a bed, and he could barely open his eyes to greet me. But he did, with that smile. The men from the ambulance told me stories about him.

There are hundreds of volunteers in the Flatbush region, but for a long time, they told me, there was only Mr. Lindenblatt in Manhattan Beach. He took every call there. Everyone knew him. Some people, when they were in distress, called his house directly. They only wanted to be treated by him. The Russians in the area loved him.

There are hundreds of volunteers in the Flatbush region, but for a long time, they told me, there was only Mr. Lindenblatt in Manhattan Beach. He took every call there. Everyone knew him. Some people, when they were in distress, called his house directly. They only wanted to be treated by him. The Russians in the area loved him.

He was strong like an ox, one of his fellow volunteers told me, and his patient care was special. The men asked Mr. Lindenblatt for a blessing, but he wouldn't give it. Who is he to give a blessing, he asked. He's just a man who has striven, who had faith, who had trusted. That's what was asked of him. It's what he believed is asked of us all.

He was strong like an ox, one of his fellow volunteers told me, and his patient care was special. The men asked Mr. Lindenblatt for a blessing, but he wouldn't give it. Who is he to give a blessing, he asked. He's just a man who has striven, who had faith, who had trusted. That's what was asked of him. It's what he believed is asked of us all.

Everyone cleared out, and I read Mr. Lindenblatt this article. For a while, we weren't sure if he could still hear me. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling the whole time. When I finished, I told him I was sorry I was late in telling it. He shook his head and said the word, perfect. Less than a week later, he died. Mr. Lindenblatt was buried the next day.

Everyone cleared out, and I read Mr. Lindenblatt this article. For a while, we weren't sure if he could still hear me. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling the whole time. When I finished, I told him I was sorry I was late in telling it. He shook his head and said the word, perfect. Less than a week later, he died. Mr. Lindenblatt was buried the next day.

It seemed as if all of Brooklyn and most of Queens and anyone who came over from Hungary was in the funeral home, sharing memories of how he lived to help his community, how he loved his family, how, in the end, he didn't know how to do anything but survive, which was why death was so hard for him to accept.

It seemed as if all of Brooklyn and most of Queens and anyone who came over from Hungary was in the funeral home, sharing memories of how he lived to help his community, how he loved his family, how, in the end, he didn't know how to do anything but survive, which was why death was so hard for him to accept.

When it was time to go to the cemetery, the legion of volunteer EMTs carried his coffin to one of the ambulances. and, with sirens blaring, led the motorcade to New Jersey, where his body was finally laid to rest. His coffin, a pine box, was placed in the ground, and, as is the tradition, we took turns shoveling dirt onto it until the hole was filled.

When it was time to go to the cemetery, the legion of volunteer EMTs carried his coffin to one of the ambulances. and, with sirens blaring, led the motorcade to New Jersey, where his body was finally laid to rest. His coffin, a pine box, was placed in the ground, and, as is the tradition, we took turns shoveling dirt onto it until the hole was filled.