My sister went to meet the kuliver rebbe in manhattan. He had a list of shuls infront of him that he intended to visit. Having no prior knowledge of my existence or where i lived, he pointed to one and told my sister to have me meet him there. The shul happened to be across the street from my house. I went to meet him and watched as he shook everyones hands and spoke to them, all appearing as normal. Then it was my turn. Suddenly he grabbed me by my face and pulled me in within an inch of his and whispered to me that i was a good soul but told me something was holding me back. He told me what i needed to do. To his, my own, and haShems dissapointment, I did not do what he asked of me and my life has been a struggle ever since. One day i hope i get another chance.