As a frequent-flyer shochet to far-flung places, Rabbi Yechiel Shmuel Fried learned to never underestimate the capacity of a Jewish heart There are two things that make me the writer and storyteller I am. That I traveled maybe ten times as much as the average person. And that my eyes were open. I inherited a curiosity of spirit from my father. He gave it to me, and he honed it. Open eyes, open ears — he was an opportunist and an idealist if there ever was one. When I was five years old, he’d take me two hours on the bus so we could hear a Selichos by a certain chassidic court, a Ma...