I went to visit R' Moishe in the hospital last Friday. R' Moishe, once a man of greater than average strength, was lying in his bed totally helpless. He cannot get up from his bed to go to the bathroom, and therefore he has to be diapered. He cannot feed himself. It's ironic that this old man is in many ways similar to a newborn baby, totally dependent on others.
R' Moishe has trouble breathing. That's the reason for the tubes that are in his nose. He sleeps most of the time. When he was awake I asked him if there was something that I could do to help him.
"Hakol Beseder," he said. Everything is okay.
I don't think that I could have received a better lesson in ethics before the New Year.