The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. There was a fellow, an American young man, who had gone through the Yashiva system, let's call him Nachman. He became a successful businessman and he moved his family to Eretz Yisrael. He would come back every two or three years. He would come back to New York to do business. And he also had a cousin in Miami. Now, this cousin was not religious. His name was Nati. And Nati had moved his family from Eretz Yisrael to get away from Eretz Yisrael to come to Miami. So Nachman went from America to Eretz Yisrael, but his cousin did the opposite. He went from Eretz Yisrael and he came to Miami. Now, every time that Nachman came to New York, he would try to spend the day in Miami. And Nati and his wife knew that he's not going to eat in their home. They're not kosher. So either they would go out to one of the kosher restaurants in Miami, or else he would order kosher takeout food and they would serve them plastic or paper dishes. Three years ago, Nachman comes into Nati's house and he notices that the yarmulke on Nati's head fits him nicely. Every time when he came before, he realized that just five minutes before, Nati had put on his yarmulke, but now it's sat as if it was there all day. And then he looks around and he sees there's Mazuzis on the doorposts and there's a safer on the table. Like, you can't believe what's going on here. So he says to Nati, have there been some changes here that I am not aware of? He said, yeah, my wife and I, we became religious over the last couple of years. He said, that's amazing. Nobody told me how did that happen? He says, I'll tell you how it happened. He says a couple of years ago, my wife and I, late afternoon, very hot afternoon, we were sitting on the porch and all of a sudden we noticed very well-dressed people in suits and ties and women that were dressed very well, they're all going down to the water. Now, our first reaction was like, you know, people who go to the beach, then I've dressed in suits and ties, what's going on? And then I realized, oh my gosh, it's Rosh Hashanah today. And these people are going to Tashlach. That's why they're going to the water. I remember Tashlach when I was a kid. I went to Tashlach. Now, I don't know, he said, I don't know what possessed me, but I went inside, I got my cupa and I just started walking with everybody. Let's see what happens. I haven't been in Tashlach for years. I figured it'd be interesting to see it again. Well, I come there and obviously I looked different than everybody else. And somebody came over to me and said, you read Hebrew? He said, of course, I'm an Israeli. He said, would you like to say this prayer of Tashlach? He said, OK, if you show it to me, I'll read it. And I read it. And I was about to turn around and leave. When somebody came over to me, obviously he also realized that I was not from the group here. He said, did you hear Shover today? He said, no, would you like me to blow Shover? I happen to be a Baltic Kea, I blow Shover. And I happened to have my Shover with me. He said, OK, if you want to blow Shover, that would be nice. I haven't heard Shover in a long time. So right there by the water, this guy takes out his Shover. Everybody turns around. Nobody's expecting Shover by Tashlach. And he blows 30 keolis. And then after, he finishes. He says, you know, good yonder, my name is Misha Katz. And Natti was thinking to himself, who cares what your name is? We're not friends. What are you introducing yourself to me? We're not going to continue this relationship. Misha Katz says to him, listen, if you ever want to connect to me, I'm in the local synagogue, which is not far from here. Fine. He goes home. And he says to his wife, you know, was it an amazing experience? Tells her about the Tashlach and about the Shaffer. And then he says, you know, then at the end, the guy tells me he's Misha Katz, who cares who he is? Like, you know, I have no connection to him. She said, what did you say his name is? Misha Katz, why? She says, Misha Katz, blue Shaffer for you? He says, yeah, why? She said, do you know that my grandfather, who died many years ago in Bialystok, his name was Misha Katz. He was the Balticaea. He was the one who blew Shaffer for the community in Bialystok. I can't believe that all these years later, a guy named Misha Katz, blue Shaffer for you, that was my grandfather's name. Well, both of them couldn't believe it. Like, this was like some sort of a sign from heaven. So they decided that after Yantith, they're going to go to the local Rav and the local Rav was very, very nice to them. He inspired them and slowly, but surely, they became Balachuva and they became Frum. Well, Nachman went out of his mind. He couldn't believe it. His cousins are Frum and he goes around and he tells everybody the story. He comes there to Israel and one day he comes to Ramchayim and he says to Ramchayim Koneski, do you believe that story? It's amazing. So Ramchayim says, these stories happen every day. Sometimes we just don't see it, but Hashem orchestrates these type of things many, many times. So he says to Ramchayim, Rabbi, I'd like to ask you a question. If Hashem wanted that Nati and his wife should become religious, why didn't he send Misha Katz 10 years ago? Why did he wait till now? And Ramchayim gave the answer. That's the theme for the first part of our talk tonight. Ramchayim said, Hashem waits for somebody to take the first step. And after he went to Tashler, that was the first step. Then Hashem sent him Misha Katz. And that's a very important lesson in Elo. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org There was somebody who lived in the Cincinnati area. The outskirts of Cincinnati had a house with a lot of farmland. One of his hobbies was to fly a plane. Not only did he enjoy flying a plane, he actually owned a plane. And he had a park in his backyard. He had a big enough backyard that he was able to have a landing pad with taking off. Like we parked our car in the driveway. He parked his plane in his backyard. And whenever he wanted, he went out for a spin. He went up for a spin. And this was for years and years. Just a couple of years ago, the fellow had a heart attack. And being that he had a heart attack, obviously needless to say, he wasn't able to fly his plane anymore. What happened next was pretty soon after, he recovered in a miraculous way. He was back to normal. He took all the tests and the stress test and everything that's needed to be able to get back in the plane, that it should be safe. And he passed all the tests. His next step was he applied to re-shortify his license to be able to fly his plane. He showed them the proof from the doctor he's healthy. He's ready to go, ready to fly the plane again. One hurdle after the next hurdle, he got back a paper from the FAA saying like this and saying like that. He just couldn't get through this bump. And he was not able to re-certify his license. And the plane was sitting in the backyard, his backyard, and he looks out his window and he just can't drive the plane. He never got his license back to fly. Three years after he lost his license, somebody advised that he should go to this convention that they make of people that fly private planes to make a convention networking as a hobby. And at that convention, there are also people from the FAA and he went a whole story, not important for now, how he got the license back. He happened to have met the exact same person who actually sent him the letters and he presented his story. Bottom line, he leaves that convention with a certificate to be able to fly his plane again. The next day, he goes to his backyard with crazy excitement and he's about to fly his plane. And this story just happened. He's about to fly his plane and he stops for a minute and he thinks to himself, I've been flying this plane or I've been flying for 53 years. Why is it that I had this three year break that I wasn't able to fly? What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong that I was not able to fly for three years? Now, this itself is amazing with all the excitement of three years to burst out and ready to get back into the plane. He stopped for a minute to think, what is it? What is it that caused why did the Robinochileum take away from me these three years that I can fly? Why? And he thought and he said because I never said thank you for what I had. I never said thank you. I never said thank you. And of course, of course, then he said thank you. How much good? How much good do we have the Robinochileum gives us? We don't have to wait Rachmanuletz long to not have it to say thank you. You hear sometimes from a person, Hashem Shemishai Miru Matzel has an issue with going to the bathroom. Hashem Yirachim, the pain that there is and what they come out afterwards and say what a meaning it is ashe Yatzar. We don't have to wait to lack something to be thankful to the Robinochileum. We thank the Abishah that we could see that we have a nice, that we have Kayak. All the gifts that the Robinochileum gives us, let us stop and think for a minute on all the good, all the good that the Abishah gives us and thank the Abishah. Thank the Abishah for all the good that he continues to give us. Have a wonderful day.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. Our son is in the hospital. Jacob gets his wife. They're going to the hospital to 25-minute drive. They can't believe it. The son is 19 years old. He was in an accident. They don't know what's up. His wife is destroyed. He says, everything will be fine. Everything will be all right. He knows. He has no idea. She's in bad shape. The son, they get to the hospital and sure enough, his son is laying there. He's in critical condition. The doctor says the next 24 hours are critical. Father, they wait the 24 hours and he's still in a coma. He's in a coma. He's bleeding. He's internal bleeding. Things are terrible. His wife can't handle it anymore. His wife goes home. She can't handle it. And the father, Jacob says, no. Our son is going to be okay. And he's waiting there one day, two days. He says, he's going to be okay. He's going to be fine. And he's waiting there. And he's waiting there two days, three days, two weeks, one week, two weeks, three weeks, two months, three months. His children are overseas. His children are around the country. His children keep calling their father and say, it's, everyone knows this. It's not going to happen. Just, it's time to, we hate to say it, but it's time to pull the plug. The boy is very sick. The boy is, he's been sick. He's been in a coma for three months. The doctors have nothing good to say. It's time to do it. The father, he can't give up. He can't believe it. It's his son. It can't be. It can't be. It can't be. Until finally, he realizes one day he has discussion with the doctors. He realizes there really is no hope. And so they make the decision that they're going to do it. They're going to pull the plug. And so the siblings come in from different parts of the country that day. That's going to, that's going to happen. And each brother goes in and he looks at this brother and he gives him a little hug. He's lying down in the bed, 19 year old boy is unconscious. And they come out to your yard, one after another. They come out, they're hugging each other. And then the mother goes in. The mother's distraught. She's just crying uncontrollably. She can't handle it and she leaves. Now finally the father's going to go in. He's the last one. Jacob walks in and he walks in like he's done every day. He's been doing it for three months. He hasn't gone to work. Every day he walked into his son's bed. And this day again he walks into the side of his son's bed. And he sits still with his son and he starts talking to his son. Even though his son can't hear a word and he's just talking to him, he's talking to him. And then he puts his hand in his son's head. And he tells his son, he says, Jonathan, he says, everyone, it's done. And it's over. He says, but just squeeze my hand. Everyone, they're about to pull the plug. Just squeeze my hand. Obviously there's no response. And now the father's finally getting anxious and he's starting to cry. Tears are coming out and he's saying, Jonathan, it's over. Just at least give me one squeeze. If you could just give me one squeeze. And again, there's nothing's happening. And finally the father realizes that, like he knew, like everyone else knows and everyone's watching him and they all know that he's just delusional. And he tells the father, he says, Jonathan, he's about to leave and he starts getting up. And he feels a little tug and then he says, did that really happen? He says, did you do it again? And again, he feels a little tug and then he feels another squeeze and he keeps feeling a squeeze and squeeze again and again. He's so excited. He presses the button, the red button on top of the bed and he calls the doctor, nurse, come in. My son, he's squeezing. He squeezed my hand. He squeezed my hand. The doctors came in. Two months later, Jacob rolled Jonathan out of the hospital. He was better. Bore Olam waits for us. He's our father. He's waiting for us. And he tells me, he says, all year round, we're doing our regular thing. And we do it many times without even thinking, putting our tiffin in the morning, saying Amida, saying Kiatchema, Mitzvot between ourselves, between each other, between us and Bore Olam, between us and other people. I'm asking, just squeeze. On Elulah, I want to see a pulse. Could you show me that there's alibaba, Bekha? Could you show me that the relationship is still here? I'm asking you, please squeeze my hand. For one month, squeeze my hand. Step one in Elulah is build that relationship between us and our father, Shema'im. Step one for every Jew is like we gave some four examples today and there are millions, there are hundreds of others. The regular is what you do. Regular is what you do. Make them alibaba, Bekha. Make them be on your heart. All Hashem is asking us. The first thing he's asking us to do in Elulah is to squeeze. Have you enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. Many years ago, there were many bungalow colonies that there are today, but it wasn't like it is today. You could just roll up to a bungalow colony and look to rent a unit, and someone was coming to the mountains and they said they were going in the Ellenville area and they were looking for a bungalow colony for their family and some other friends' families. And there was someone there, his name was Mr. Freed. He was not a religious Jew, he was Jewish, and he had a very nice property and it seemed empty. So he came over to Mr. Freed and said, hey, you have such a nice property of bungalows, can we rent your bungalows, your bungalow colony from you this summer? And he said, I'm sorry, I can't rent it to you. He says, why not? Because I'm not religious, you guys are very religious, you're even chassidic, and I don't want you guys to tell me what to do. I live my life the way I do and I don't want you guys interfering. And they said, come on, please, we won't get involved, you do what you do, we'll keep to our own. And they begged and pleaded, do it for our kids. They'd love to spend the summer here, you won't hear anything from us, we won't make you any problems. And so it was Mr. Freed agreed and they came to the campsite, they came to the bungalows and they had a great summer. And as they promised, they never bother Mr. Freed, he was Mikhail Shabbos, he had music going on on Shabbos. And, but they didn't bother him, they just said hello, they were very nice. And the rove of the bungalow colony every Friday made sure to deliver hot, gishmaka potato kogel to Mr. Freed and his wife every week. They'd have it brought to his bungalow and that's all. And every week he fed him and he gave him, came to the last Shabbos of the colony towards the end of the summer, right by Rashidash El and the rabbi went over to Mr. Freed and said, how about you join us for Shachris today? He says, really, I don't do that stuff. I haven't done it in 50 years. I said, please come, put on twillin' and he came and he put on twillin' and a little domining, he started crying, he started tearing up, he hadn't put on twillin' in so many, so many years. And then they said to him, hey, Mr. Freed, why don't you come to Shabbos? We're having Shabbos, a beautiful Shabbos. He says, okay, you know what? This Shabbos, I'm gonna join you guys. And he came for Friday night and they sang, l'khadaydi and they saw again, Mr. Freed, he was crying. It was like the Altheheim. It was like his old home back in Europe where he grew up. And he said, you know what? This Shabbos I'm gonna keep, my only Shabbos I'll ever keep. I never kept Shabbos before. In over 60 years, I'll keep Shabbos this week. And he kept Shabbos and it was the most magnificent Shabbos. And it came up to Shabbos and they said, we're gonna make him a Lavamalka. And we want Mr. Freed to come to Lavamalka. And he got up and he spoke and he said, I wanna tell you that at the beginning of the summer, I thought you guys were crazy. I didn't want you guys to bother me. And I realized I hadn't made a mistake all these years. I mistook what my mistake was that I always looked at you guys as so different that you hated me, but really you loved me so much. And you gave me the kugel and you gave me the best gift I could ever have in my life. And that was Shabbos. You gave me a Shabbos and you got me to put on fillet. I could never thank you enough. Thank you for joining my bungalow colony and making me who I am. Thank you for making my life. Later that night, all of a sudden they heard shouting and screaming coming from Mr. Freed's bungalow. Hot Sulla lights were going on and they ran over to see what happened. And Mr. Freed had collapsed. And unfortunately, Mr. Freed passed away that much to Shabbos. And at the Levaya, they said that Mr. Freed, he died about Shuva because he kept one Shabbos and he would have kept many more Shabbos in his life. And it was all due because people cared about him. And to this day, when it comes to Reshchai-dash-el people, I know somebody told me he went to the mountains to Elinville. He found Mr. Freed's cover and he dove in there and people dove in there because this person was a real Baal Shuva. He came back, he did Shuva, he didn't know better and now he became a better person. So my friends, if you go out there, you don't even have to do anything. If you just be a good boy and you learn Taira and you have Chesed and you do what you're supposed to do, you never know how you can make an impact forever. Have you enjoyed this story? Come again, bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. I was once here in London, I met Ayid there, he asked me about where I lived in Manchester and did I know a certain person, it turned out that the person was a son, but he was asking questions, it was obvious he didn't know very much about the son and so I said how come you don't know how many grandchildren you have? So the son had gone off the derrick and the father had lost his temper and the father shouted at the son, get out and never come back again and son talk and never come back, 17 years late, 17 years late. So I said to the father I think your son would like to see you again, he said no no no, too much water has flowed underneath the bridge. So I said you know what give me your address and your phone number, I'll give you regular reports how your family are doing and the next day I went back to Manchester and by coincidence I bumped into a son, sort of intentional coincidence. I told the son I was down in London, somebody who knows you well was asking after you, he said who, said your father, said how's he getting on? So it's fine but I think he'd be doing a lot better if he was able to see his son again and he said the same sprach, he said oh no too much water has flowed underneath the bridge. I said look by coincidence I'm going down again to London tomorrow, how about if I take you to see your father and he hesitated. So I said that's it, I'm going to pick you up at 10 o'clock, I found the father, made sure he was going to be in and I took the son down. I took the son to the front door, I mean it was a boy, it was a manly, it was three children. I had to press the doorbell, this fellow's still nervous. I had to press it twice. I started to worry that the father wasn't going to be there but naturally I had the footsteps, the door opened and there was the father standing there looking at the son that he hadn't seen for 17 years. The father had tears streaming down his cheeks, I had tears streaming down my cheeks and the son of course his tears streaming down his cheeks. The son took one step towards the father and the father rushed out and held him in his hand, in his arms, they went in together. I was wonderfully redundant. I told him I'd be back in three hours, picked him up after three hours to come back to Manchester. Within six months the boy side of the fellow had sold his business in his home to relocate in London so his children could see the zady as they were growing up. And Tak, I was telling this to a role of a friend of mine, Rabbi Finer, in the five towns and I remembered that I said this meister in a shul, a very hot shul in Manchester called, that's the Romanian shul, they call it, Bind Street. And interesting, after Shavuas, it was after Shavuas, the phone rang after a dollar and there was a lady phoned me up and she said, Rabbi Rubenstein, you don't know what you did when you said that story. I said, what do you mean? She said, my mother-in-law, she went through the camps, both her parents-in-law went through the camps, but this mother-in-law was as tough as nails. She thought people in Auschwitz had it easy because they had bunks in her concentration camps, they slept on the floor. And she was as tough as nails. I don't know what the Ferebel, what the Bruges was, but there was no contact and she told me, this lady told me, there was a whole question whether or not, because there's a son coming up to Bar Mitzvah, whether or not they should send the Bar Mitzvah to the parents, because they never reply to any of the others, but they'd send it. So that turned out that this mother and all the shiga had turned out and put it straight in the garbage. And when I told that story in the shul, she said, you don't know what you did because there's a woman's gallery in one of those old fashioned shuls. She said, for the first time in 15 years, my mother-in-law looked across and looked at me, normally shouldn't look up, looked at me. And after Yontha, she phoned me up and she said, when is the Bar Mitzvah? We tore up the invitation, we'd like to come. And what's he called? And what's he called? And Takke, after that, two years later, the same lady came to see me because she was looking for a shire for a daughter and she wanted my help. And I said, well, forgive me asking, it's a horrible question to ask, but is there any money? Is there a nidan? Because they didn't have a lot of money. She said, oh yes, plenty of money. She said, where did the money come from? The shiga in the shire. She said, oh, it lasted, I said. She said, oh, I forgot, it was you that did the... As Shemiansbara tells us, it's a venu malchino. It's a venu of it. There's nothing you can do wrong. More of our boys say, yush is the greatest weapon of the itzahor. There's nothing you can do wrong that Hashem Yusbara can't forgive. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend. StoriesToInspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. Rabbi Torski is a magnificent man. He's a scholar, but he's also a psychologist. And he works on helping people who struggle with terrible addictions, with terrible problems. And he went into a prison and he's sitting there talking with hardened criminals. I don't know if you know this, but in prison, when someone gets out, it is incredibly likely that that will not be the last time that they will be imprisoned. 68% of people who check out of prison in the statistics they took last, that goes back in 2005, 68% of prisoners that they polled would be back in prison within three years, within two years. A full 77% would be back in three. So he sat there talking to the prisoners and he asked them, why is it that this happens? Why? You want to be on an uncomfortable bed stuck in a prison cell? You want to be served this kind of food? You want someone to tell you when you can get up or when you can go to the bathroom or when you can go outside and see the light of day? Is that what you want? It's not what you want, he says. It's because you don't think you're good enough to be able to succeed out there in the world. He says, but I'm here to tell you that the behavior that you're exhibiting, it's beneath all of you. That's what he said. You're better than this. You're brighter than this. And he's giving this talk and there's hardened criminals who are sitting there and they're crying because someone thinks actually that this is not who they are, that their circumstances may be made them this way in certain cases, that maybe there was a possibility of leading a different or a better life. But there's one boy, his name is Josh, and he's sitting there with his hands crossed and he's shaking his head the whole time. And finally the rabbi finishes, he says, rabbi, you're talking a load of baloney. He did not use the word baloney. Everyone was very, you know, affected. They said, how could you see this? The rabbi is here. And Josh says, what do you want from my life? Guys talking, he doesn't know what he's talking about. He's not anything about me. He thinks I'm a good person. Does he know what I've done? He knows where I've been. The rabbi says to him, I think you're mistaken, but it sounds to me like this is a conversation we should have in private. Josh says, okay, they go out into another room. And Josh starts to tell him about the time when he was 10 years old. When his father checked out and his mother couldn't care less and the kids were at home and they didn't have food because the mother would just go on drug trips and they'd be asking neighbors until eventually neighbors called social services that at the age of 10, he says, my sister and I were sent into foster care. There's only two words there, foster care, he says, and one of them is a lie. From the first house I went to, I was sent to a house where they had seven children and he was fostering another five. Only reason why they had us was because they would get the force to check. My parents, he said, my forced parents wouldn't give us any food. If there was any food at all, moldy bread, a little bit of something, whatever they had in the house, and then we'd be sent off to school. I didn't dare ask for any extra food, he said, because I'd get beaten by my father or even beaten by my foster mother. He said, so at the age of 10 years old, I went to school and all of a sudden I saw in someone's briefcase there was a sandwich. He says, I didn't think I grabbed the food out and started eating as quickly as I could. I was a thief at the age of 10 and even though they made fun of me and even though I got in trouble, he said, my hunger was stronger than my pride. What started off as sandwiches eventually got worse until one day after the principal called my parents in because I'd stolen something a little bit more valuable, my mother gave me the beating of my life and that night, he says, I grabbed whatever I could from the house that I thought I'd be able to sell, stuffed it into my briefcase, my school knapsack, and I ran away. And he looked at the rabbi with tears in his eyes and he says, rabbi, no one ever came looking for me. They carried on cashing the check, happy that they had one less mouth to feed and now I'm on the streets. He says, and I got good, stealing watches, stealing beepers, stealing phones, whatever I could get my hands on. Six times I've been in prison, he says, rabbi. He says, I've seen the worst side of the world. I've seen the worst side of myself. He says, and I don't actually believe that there's another side of me. Rabbi Torski is sitting there the whole time quiet. Finally, he finishes. And Rabbi Torski says, you're wrong. He says, remember the last time you were in a jewelry store looking at the diamond necklace? And instantly, his face, he blushes. Rabbi's cordial called him out. He says, yes. He says, do you think it started out like that? Someone somewhere was down in a mine and saw a lump black as coal covered in mud. And what was it? It was a 10 carat diamond. But using your logic, what would you do? You'd step right past it, toss it in the garbage. All it took was for someone to pick it up, to realize it's worth, to spend a little bit of time polishing off all the soot and the garbage and the muck upon it. And then it took someone to cut a couple of painful facets into its side for the person to cut something out of himself, to do a little tissue, a little somme, a little bit of vertifila, a little bit of mamon, to give a little bit away of himself, to cut pieces off because that's how diamonds shine. They take a piece off of themselves. If you leave the diamond in its fullest amount, yes, there's more of it. But it's pointless in that shape, in that form. And he says, if you're willing to do that, you'll start to see that there's a diamond there too. And Josh by now is silenced. It's the first time someone's taken the time to talk to him about him like this. Someone who wasn't their job, they weren't getting paid for it. And Josh checks in and starts working. And slowly but surely, my dear friends, he does a turnaround. Two years go by. He's now hired by the halfway house that he's staying in, since he's no longer in prison. And one day, the head of the halfway house, this woman, Shelly, she says to him, you know, someone just called in and they said that they have a lot of furniture. A old woman passed away. Could you go to the house and pick up this furniture and bring it to the halfway house? They want to donate it. He says, sure. He jumps in a truck, drives to the halfway house, gets to this apartment. It smells. Everything smells like mold and mothballs. And he calls Shelly up and he says, ma'am, nothing here is worth taking. Everything is broken. Everything is. And the woman says to him, she says, you know, just take it. They're going to feel bad that we didn't want anything. Just take whatever. Take a few things. Tell them we don't need the rest. Josh looks around. He finds the things that are the least broken, that are the least disgusting. He finds one couch, a small couch. He finds one end table. And he finds one rocking chair. He says, this is all that we need. And they say, really, you don't need more. What do they want? They just want them to clear the apartment. He says, no, this is all we need. Thank you very much. He's dragging these things down the stairs, pivot. OK? He goes all the way down, puts it into the truck and drives with all this stuff. It's practically falling apart already. He drags it upstairs into the halfway house, the rocking chair, the end table, which by now is already, sawdust is coming out of it. He pulls the couch up himself up the stairs and he drags it into the corner. And as he drags it into the corner, he hits a part in the floor and he can hear a spring go thawing. So he picks up the cushion to straighten out the spring to see if the couch is even worth ke

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. At 3.33 in the morning on Sunday, August 23, while I was sleeping, my credit card was charged for $784.20 by Southwest Airlines. I didn't see the alert until I woke up later that morning. I knew that I had not purchased an airline ticket, but I hesitated. I thought, maybe my wife purchased it. For one of my children, I didn't want to report a real purchase as fraud, so I waited until I could speak to her. Several hours later, I finally asked her about the charge. She said, I didn't make that charge. That was when I knew something was wrong. Someone had stolen my credit card information and used it to purchase an airline ticket. I immediately reported the charge to my bank. Then, at approximately 1.30 that afternoon, I called Southwest Airlines. I hoped they could cancel the ticket before the passenger used it. The representative checked whether the passenger had already boarded the plane. Then he said, if you had called us only a few minutes earlier, we could have canceled the ticket. A few minutes earlier? I asked, why can't you cancel it now? He answered, because the passenger is already on the plane. The person was on the plane traveling with a ticket purchased using my stolen credit card information. I asked Southwest who the passenger was. They told me they were not allowed to give me any information about him. Someone was using my money, but I didn't even know who he was. That sentence stayed in my mind. The passenger is already on the plane. Then it taught me an important lesson about the Yateserhara. The Yateserhara rarely tells us openly to do something wrong. Instead, he makes the wrong choice sound reasonable. Maybe I have a right to be angry. Maybe I need to say this. Maybe this is not really so bad. I'll change tomorrow. The Yateserhara also hides his identity. He doesn't say I'm the Yateserhara and I want to take you away from Hashem. Instead, he makes his voice sound like our own. I need this. I deserve this. Just this one time. And after we listen to him and make a mistake, he attempts an even greater identity theft. He tells us, you failed, so you are a failure. You sinned. So this is who you are. But the Gemara teaches Yisrael, Af-al-pi-she-chata, Yisrael who, a Jew, after he has committed a vera, remains a Jew. Of course, we're responsible for our choices. The Yateserhara cannot make that choice for us, but we must understand the difference between what we did and who we are. Chuva means admitting our mistake, regretting it, repairing what we can, and choosing a better direction. Your mistake may be part of your story. But your mistake does not have to become your identity. Sometimes, we recognize the danger before the Yateserhara reaches the gate. Sometimes, we realize it only after he has already boarded the plane. But even then, he does not control where our life goes next. Through Chuva, we can still change direction and come home.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. There was a kid by the name of a small cat and he worked in Manhattan and his boss had a mission gas. He wants everybody there at 8 o'clock in the morning. You can leave at 4. But everybody must be on time at 8 o'clock in the morning. Take an earlier train, get here. If you're here after 8, you're in trouble. You can lose your job. This year, the small cat used to come by train and he says, Mama, it's Yarek Val Yavor. The trains are so packed and the trains jerk and you're full of other people and there's women there that are not dressed properly. You see them and you're full on them. It's terrible. I can't go on this train anymore. What should he do? He can't come 10 o'clock when there's no more traffic and the trains are quieter. He's got to be there by 8. On the other hand, she may say, I am a gear. He bothered him terribly. He decided I have to do what I can. He went to the baller bus and he told him, listen here. I know you want me here by 8 o'clock, but I have a terrible problem. I have to go on the train and the trains are not healthy for my eyes. I'm seeing what I shouldn't be seeing. And we have in Yiddish Kite something called Shmirasinayim. You have to watch your eyes. Try not to see what you shouldn't see. The ball bus didn't believe it. What? There are really people in the world today that are busy watching their eyes not to see what they shouldn't see. It can't be. He did some research and he found out. Every from a Yidd has an obligation to watch his eyes. He was so impressed, called him in, said, I'm small, I'm making an exception for you. You can come every day at 10 o'clock, but you have to leave not before 6 o'clock. You've got to give me eight hours, but I'll let you come at 10 o'clock. He was so happy. This went on for a few years. And one day it was Chov Gimel El Tavshin Samachalov and all his co-workers were there on time, 8 o'clock. And we all know what happened, 8.42, plane hit the building, World Trade Center building. And every single person in his office was killed that morning. And he was just on his way to the train station at 8.42 to take the later train to get there at 10 o'clock. And of course, when he got to the train, he found out that there's no more World Trade Center building. He went home and he was saved. His life was saved. From what? It looked like H.K. Shbork who was testing him. You know, sometimes the roses have thorns. But then as life went on, he saw that the revolution was really leading him with the roses, with the Gishmakas smell. And interestingly, he was nifter 21 years later on Chov Gimel El Tavshin Pei Bayes just four years ago. But then some gave him an extra 21 years for H.M.S.N.I.D. Besides the scar he's going to get in Shemai. Hora e'e bach sheshanim.

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org I saw an amazing story of Shach. And Shach was a hundred years old, that's very old. He was in a spring chicken and he heard about a woman, a Rebson, in Tveria, the wife of a Rav, who died. She told his people, I want to go be Menachem Avil, this person. I said, what? Now you can't, you're not movable, you're not mobile. I want to go and, and he said, call them up and tell them I'm coming. He called them and told them that he was coming. They try to tell them not to come, please. Don't come, we accept it, we feel for it, it's not that important, you're a potter. Don't come, please, you're too old, you're too sick, you're not, you're infirm. I'm coming. They told them we live on the third floor and we don't have any elevator. Shach said, I'm coming, regardless. And he came. It took him between 15 minutes and a half hour to get up the three flags. That's with people on both sides, schleppig. When he got upstairs, he had to sit down and rest and catch his breath for a few minutes. And when he came, when he finally came to himself, he said, I want to explain to you, you're probably wondering, I am I coming here? You never heard that I had a sheiches to your mother, the Rebson. I didn't. You never heard of me being involved with your family? And I'll tell you where I'm coming, because many, many years ago, there was somebody called the Briskarov and the Briskarov didn't have a wife. And one day, one of his children took sick and he got sicker, he got sicker and the child needed a lot of care, a lot of attention. And the life in the family became turned over. Because everybody was involved with the help of this child. And then it came to a point that they couldn't handle. So somebody said that there's a Rebson in Tveria, a Khoshiba Rebson. Let's reach out to her and ask her if she's willing to take the child into all. Where she lives, it's near the water, it's the air is better. And hopefully the child can become rehabilitated over there quicker. And she should be willing to care for the child. And she said yes. And the house was restored. He said the Briskarov wrote a letter after that happened. And he said to her, I want you to know that you have a portion in my tire. You have a halic in my tire. Because while my child was with me, my whole life became discombobulated. Everything was famished. I couldn't think. I couldn't focus. I couldn't concentrate on my learning tire. And when you took my child into your home, my mind became clear. My life became dis. You have a halic in my tire. And if Shaq said, so what does that have to do with me? He said at that period of time, I was a student of the Briskarov. And we got from him my ridiculous accident. He opened up for us unbelievable windows into the depths of the tire. And when he was discombobulated, the Talmudim were at a loss. And when he became back to himself, the Talmudim were able to nourish from his tire once again. I enjoyed that tire. I owe your mother a debt of gratitude. And that's how I came. We should be makhazik ourselves, to be makhard taiva to all the people we have to be makhard taiva to. And that to turn our backs, not to be kafuyay taiva khaz vashalim. So we say, do a good deed, and I see we've seen it taiva.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. I wasn't planning on saying this story, but I'll say it because it happens to be the person's in the room. It's one of my proudest moments of my whole life. So I got married in Mashallah over 30 years ago and I was learning in Kola. And the way it works when you learn in Kola is usually being helped. So I was helped by my in-laws wonderfully, generously. First, we lived in Israel. We didn't have anything. Then we came to Lakewood. My wife had a job, but still. You know, in Lakewood you earn, especially back in the day, before a dear attorney earned like $80 a week. And my in-laws helped. And then we moved to Brooklyn and I started making a violin thing and I started to get compensated. And I told my father-in-law, you could lower the amount. And then I told him you could lower the amount. And then I told him you could lower the amount. And then the amount was relatively minimal compared to what he used to do. And finally Baruch Hashem went on the point that we're on our own. And I came with my wife. I called my father-in-law. I said, are you home? He says, yes. He says, mom home? He said, yes. And I said, we'd like to come over. And my wife and I came over and I came with the last check that he gave me. I'm gonna get choked up because I love them so dearly. I came with the last check he gave me. And this is already like 13 years into being married. And I gave my father-in-law the check. And I said, dad, Baruch Hashem at this point, we're okay. And now I wanna say thank you. And I wrote a four page, every single line, four page letter to my in-laws. And I wrote all of the details. We went to Israel. We came back. In this room, you might think I have some competency. You have no idea how hazy I was when I got married. I can't even tell you. It was so bad. Six months into my marriage, I was in Israel. My wife was expecting. We were in Israel already for three months. We still didn't have an apartment. We moved into a hotel for a week. I'm not joking. And my father-in-law paid for the hotel because I didn't have a doubt. And I wrote all in the letter. And at that point, I was already teaching and speaking somewhat. And I said, I just wanna thank you. Everything, all the learning I've done is because of you. Any speech I've ever made or ever will make or any Torah I've ever been able to teach or raise our children, the way we're able to raise our children is all because of you. To sit and say it would be weird to say it. So instead I wrote it and then read the letter to them. I'm telling you, it's one of my proudest moments in the world. There's nothing hazit about being helped. When you first get married, there's nothing weak about being helped. When you first get married, even if you're working and for sure if you're learning. And there's nothing weak about being able to properly say thank you for it. And then buy them a house, and then get them a new car, and then buy them a Rolex. But I came in and said it for real. Literally like a man was coming to the kohen with a bag of fruit, with a basket of fruit, you don't have a lot in your hands, but you're expressing it properly. It shouldn't be so hard to do. We all need other people. Whether we're very successful or we're not so successful, we need other people. Think about it for three minutes. Then gather the humility that's required and the confidence that's required. Just like it was required of every Jew every year to bring a basket and make a speech that properly acknowledged Hashem and even the people around you. We have to have the same skill. It doesn't say anything weak about you when you say thank you. If anything, it shows us your humility and your confidence. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed this story. Come again. Bring a friend storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org Krebnota Greenblatt from Memphis, Tennessee ran a food pantry that provided food to needy families. One day he went to see Mr. Bell, a notoriously wealthy and an unapproachable real estate mogul to collect a promised donation for the food pantry. The pantry shelves were dangerously bare and Rabbi Greenblatt was determined not to leave empty-handed. He stepped into the fancy elevators of the Bell Tower Corporation and the doors glided shut and the elevator began its rapid ascend towards the 40th floor. But just as it passed the 20th floor, the lights flickered, a loud noise came out of the elevator and suddenly the elevator came to an halt. The digital fall indicator went dark. Rabbi Greenblatt looked to his left and standing in the other corner, clutching a leather briefcase, was a tall, sharply dressed man with silver hair and a deeply annoyed expression. It was Mr. Bell himself. Unbelievable, Mr. Bell muttered himself, aggressively pressing the door open button, but nothing happened. He pressed the emergency button, still nothing. He sighed heavily, he checked his luxury watch, he leaned against the wall, clearly furious about the interruption to his busy schedule. While Mr. Greenblatt said to him, it seems the Almighty decided we both need a short recess from the world and Mr. Bell glared at him. I don't have time for recess, Rabbi. I have a multimillion dollar merger in 20 minutes. Every second that I'm stuck in this tin can is costing me money. Money is like birds, said Rabbi Greenblatt. Sometimes they fly away and sometimes they come back. But a moment of quiet, that is a rear gift and for the next hour, the elevator remained stuck and Mr. Bell paced back and forth. He couldn't contain his anger. Meanwhile, Rabbi Greenblatt sat down on his briefcase. He closed his eyes and he relaxed. Rabbi, how are you so calm, said Mr. Bell? Don't you have places to be? Don't you have people waiting for you? I do, said Rabbi Greenblatt. In fact, I was on my way to see a very important man. His name is Mr. Bell. I was hoping to collect a donation to feed 50 families in our neighborhood who don't know where their next meal is coming from. My heart is broken for them. But I also know that getting angry at this elevator won't fix anything. And it won't fill their stomachs either. We are exactly where we are supposed to be. I am Mr. Bell, said the businessman and the Rabbi smiled. I know, then Mr. Bell opened up his briefcase, pulled out his checkbook and wrote a check. It wasn't a check that would just feed 50 families for a month. It was enough to sustain the food pantry for the entire year. And just as he handed it to Rabbi Greenblatt, the light suddenly flickered back on and the elevator began moving again. When the doors opened again, Mr. Bell stepped out. He looked back at Rabbi Greenblatt and he said, thank you for the recess, Rabbi. What a story. Sometimes we think, I'll wait for Rosh Hashanah. I'll wait for Kol Nideray. I'll wait for Neela. That's when I'll really talk to Hashem. That's when I'll ask Hashem for whatever I need. But the Torah is telling us, atem nitzavim hayyoyim. We don't have to wait till Rosh Hashanah. Right now in Khoidish el al, we can stand before Hashem. There's a famous idea from the Al-Tarabah about the month of El. He said, The king is in the field. He explained it with a metaphor. Normally, the king is inside his royal palace. Anyone who wants to approach the king has to go through layers of bureaucracy. We need permission. We need an appointment. We need protection. We need to go through the appropriate channels. You need to pass security, all the administrators. Once you finally receive an audience with the king, you have to prepare carefully. Your clothing must be appropriate. Your speech must be measured. Your behavior must follow a royal protocol. But there are rare occasions when the king leaves the palace. And when the king is on the road, something extraordinary happens. Anyone can approach the king. The king receives every person graciously with a smile. The simple farmer can approach the king in a way that may be impossible even for the highest ranking minister when the king is sitting in his palace. Said the Balatanya, This is the uniqueness of El. Ha malach basada. Hashem is approachable. El is the time to walk into the field and talk to the king. And this is why the Torah is telling us, Atam natsavim hayyoyim. You are standing before Hashem today. Not only in Rosh Hashanah. Not only in Yom Kippur. Today. El is our spiritual elevator. You don't have to make an appointment. You're right there one on one with Hashem. So take advantage of the opportunity. Talk to him. Tell him what's on your mind. Don't wait for him to return to the palace in Rosh Hashanah. You can approach him today. And now we know. Have a wonderful day. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend. StoriesToInspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. When I was a young man, I just got married, I went to my uncle's home for a July 4th party. I'm sitting there in the house and the party is beautiful. We're on the 30th floor overlooking East River. I think it was East River, where they do the fireworks. So if the fireworks show is beautiful, if you can imagine what that looks like when your 30th floor is up in the sky and the fireworks are exploding all around you. Can you imagine? Amazing. The show is over and everyone starts to go home. We open the door. I'm there with my family, with my new wife, with all of my extended family, my brothers, my sisters, I'm the oldest of my family. So all of my single brothers and sisters are there with my parents. We walk down to the hall of this giant high-rise building and the hallway is packed with people. The elevators are jammed. We start moving our way down the packed hallway of the 30th floor to the stairwell. Maybe we'll walk down. The stairwell is crammed with people all the way down. Can't leave. My father had to get home, you know? He was in a bit of a rush. He wanted to get back for the evening services in the shoe where he's the rabbi. So my father decided that he was gonna leave, get his way down, walk down this, I don't even know. I was newly married. We had no kids. We had no responsibilities. We just relaxed. So he said, you know what, we'll chill here. What do we need to run for? I sat in the apartment. We enjoyed. We had a drink. We relaxed. We were there for an hour and a half. Now this building is on the East River. It's in Long Island. Some of you will see it when you're driving along on the highway over there. It's got the orange slice right next to the Pepsi Cola birthday sign over there. That's where the building is. My father's driving back to deal. How far is it from that building to Deal, New Jersey? An hour and a half? We leave an hour and a half after they left the apartment. I open the door to look in the hallway. Coast is clear. Take the elevator down like a king. Get in my car. We drive home. As I'm driving home, I pull onto the West Shore Expressway. I'm driving in the passing lane and I say to my wife, that's weird. You know, anyone know, like, you know when you could tell that it's your car because everybody's car has like its bumps? Like, you know, the bumper is smashed in on that side or you have like the weird bumper sticker like my child is an honor roll student or my child beat up your honor roll student, stuff like this, you know? So I look up and I say to my wife, I think that's my wife's, it's impossible. They left an hour and a half ago. They should be home already. We're only 20 minutes, 30 minutes away from, anyway, I pull up next to the car. I look in the car, it's my father, I can't believe it, honk the horn. My father looks up. I waved him like with like this weird, like what, we didn't have cell phones. Waved him, waves back, don't understand. Go home. The next morning I get to school and I woke up to my father and I said, Abba, what happened last night? He says, what do you mean what happened? I said, last night I was driving home. I saw you in the lane. I come up, I waved, hello. You waved me, you waved back, but what's it called? But you left an hour and a half before it should have been home already. My father goes white and he says, that was you. I said, yeah, it was me. He says, you don't understand. I was so confused. He says, that was you. I said, let me tell you what happened. I was driving home. It was so late, it took us so long to get out. I fell asleep while I was driving the car and all of a sudden someone honked their horn next to me, woke me up, waved to me. I waved back to say thank you to him for saving the lives of my wife and eight children. That was you. This is not physically possible. Did he get lost? But in exact, has anyone here ever fallen asleep at the wheel? For a second, your car starts to drift. What do you have, one second, two seconds before you run into the guardrail? Do you understand the amount of time, the specific exact timing for me to be there exactly at that moment? Could you understand how things meet? That's what it means when we talk about the fact that God runs every aspect of this world. So when we come and ask Him for life, we're asking the person, the being, God forbid, not a person, the being that runs everything. Bashem, ask us only for one thing in return. You want to plug into me for life, for blessing? Don't ask. You don't need to ask. If you're plugged in, you get it, because you're plugged in. Zochreru lechayim, we ask for life, lemah anhay lokeemchayim. Once we're connected with you, it happens automatically. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. I am older, doesn't have a shidok, and she says, Ruf Goldwasser, why are you here? I didn't know I needed an excuse to be in Brat. I said the reason I'm here is because I have to go to Durk, I said, right, down the block. She said, no, no, I mean, but why are you here now? And I said because I don't believe this. I said, why? She said, you won't believe what happened to me. I can't believe the, she kept saying it. I said, what happened? She said, you know, I'm not married. I'm older. I feel bad enough. I still try whatever I can. I go and I image shatchanim and I go to whatever event there is and it's, I'm a Rachmona, she says to me, Rachmanut. I said, no, you're not. She says, listen, what happened? I'm going past. I had to pick somebody up from school, a little girl. She happens to be a niece of mine. When I'm going to pick her up, I take her in my hand, somebody comes over to me and gave to me the biggest insult that I ever heard in my entire life. I never, never thought that there was such an insult. She told me the insult. I hate to say it. I also agreed with her. I'll tell you privately if you want to know afterwards what it was. So she said, I left the little girl off. I'm walking here on the streets. I can't go home. I can't face anybody. My heart is gone. I feel like I want to be, I won't tell you what she said. I want not to be here in this world anymore. I am so angry. Do you know that I would like to go to that person who said it to me? And I would like to. And she began to tell everything. I said to her, don't go that way, don't go that way. You have every right to say anything that you want. You have every right to be full of anger. No human being ever has the right to say such a terrible thing to another person. I agree with you. I'm asking 100%. However, I can promise you one promise. If at this time, she told me the lowest point in her life. If at this one time, you cannot say one word. If this one time, you will be mojo, that person in your heart. If this one time, you look past it and you will never, ever look back. And you'll never think about it again. I can promise you a brahah. She said completely. I said completely. No trace. I said no trace. Nothing left in your entire heart about it. Is that the din? I said, for you, that's the din. She said to me, I'm a cabel. I accept it. I completely forgive the person. I said, okay, now wish them a brahah. I have to wish a brahah. It's not my... I forgave them. I'll do it. Wish a brahah. She wished the person a brahah. I turned around. I said goodbye to her. Honestly, I felt so bad for her. Do we know how a person could be affected by one wrong word, by one wrong sentence, by one time that a person didn't act correctly? We don't. I walked away from her. I went to pray minkha, went to land house. I opened up re'ayna ve'anyayno ve'rivari ve'eyno. Look at our afflictions. Bore olam. Look at this young woman went through. Look at the affliction. Hashem, you got all the shiduchim. Maybe this lady, maybe now. Maybe what she went through, maybe magyalakh. Maybe she should have. Mio there. Who knows? Three weeks later, I get a call from this woman. Hello? Goldwasser? Yes? I have to tell you something. I said, okay. I wasn't sure who it was. She was too excited. She didn't tell me. You would tell me anything. That what is it? No! You won't believe it! Then I realized who she is. I met somebody. It looks very good. I would like to bring him to you. I said, it's not real. Come right now. Usually I say come three weeks. I say, come right now. They came in through the side door in the snotty. I take a look at this guy. I want to tell you. You know what they say, like, tall, dark, and handsome? This guy? He's a... He's a hatan. What? Ben Torah from wonderful, cultured. Every... She said we... When she said the first time we saw each other, we knew it's a shiduch. I tell you the truth. I had such emunah that day when they left that office. I said, no, I believe. I believe ben-munah shalaimah and Hashem and everything that good that happens. They got married. They got married. The koach of vitur. The koach of giving up.

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org This past year I had the great trust to be in Boca Raton and wherever I go people are always telling me stories and I appreciate it I can't use most of them but I'm a nice guy I listen to everybody You never know, you get that one story and it's worth everything So Rabbi Philip Moskowitz, the assistant Rabbi told me a fabulous story He told me he has a cousin in Israel that's not religious at all He went to a secular school, it wasn't even a Mamlachti d'Ati school He knew there's such a thing as Shabbos and there's a Gomorrah But basically he wasn't religious And he went to the army And unfortunately the pressure on the Israeli soldiers is so great today They never know when the next terror act can come, when the next stabbing can come It's frightening to be a soldier And so many of them want to chill out after they finish their tour of duty And they go to all these places, they go to Asia That's why there were so many of them By the tsunami, they were out in those countries in Thailand And his cousin went to Mumbai in India And the longer he was away from Erzisur El, the less religious he became And now he dropped everything and he's sitting in the bar one night With his Indian friends Drinking some Indian drink And all of a sudden, it's 8 o'clock at night, he hears the sound of a chauffeur Now, a chauffeur is frightening But chauffeur, when you're not expecting it, that's terrifying He runs outside, but the street is a street of pubs and bars There's so many people he doesn't know who it was And he's just looking around to say, who was blowing chauffeur in there a few minutes later? Down the block, he hears it again Somebody's blowing chauffeur, he doesn't know who it is He is so shaken by that, he runs home He starts making some calls And then as he's making the calls, he looks at his calendar And he sees, oh my gosh, it was Yom Kippur That day it was Yom Kippur, and he makes a call and he finds out that it was the Chabad Shliyach Who was blowing chauffeur to tell everybody the fast was over They could go eat or do work or whatever Well, when he found out, when he realized that it was Yom Kippur It's hard to believe he sat down and he started crying, he could not stop crying How could he have fallen so far? He didn't even know that it was Yom Kippur Terrible Now, this is hard to believe But that night, he packed his bags And the next morning, he left Mumbai and he went back to Eretz Yisrael And he enrolled in the Yeshiva His parents thought he was crazy, but he said, I don't care If I could fall so far, I've got to get back And he was in this Yeshiva and other Yeshivas the next 10 years He became very religious, he got married, he just had his fifth child And Rabbi Moskowitz told me He said, I'll bet That Chabad Shliach, he will never know what kind of influence he had on my cousin And my cousin will never have the opportunity, probably to find this guy, whoever he was He said, but now I have a new understanding And a very poignant feeler that we all say on Rosh Hashanah Tonight, underline this in Yom Maghzer, Rosh Hashanah Yom Kippur You will never govern this the same Listen to this We say in Asana Taikif That Hashem opens up the Siftah as safer has a crown So he opens up the safer of memories Umayel of Yukari and it reads by itself, it's a self Motivating, it's a self-propelling video Vechoy sem Yad kol Adam boy You're standing there, you're watching the video with Hashem And then everybody signs off How are you not going to sign off? The videos, they have everything that you did in your life You and Hashem are sitting there watching it And then Rabbi Mosque says, why does it say Vechoy sem Yad kol Adam? Every person is signing, it should say Vechoy sem Yad Adam The person is sitting with Hashem, he's going to sign off on it You know what he said? He said at the end of 120 years, you know who signature is going to be in my cousin's book? That Chabad Shliach Because he had an influence on him And he said, you know what life is all about? Life is all about that we should sign other people's books because we have influence on them And we should get close to great people to learn from them So they should sign our books That's what Vechoy sem Yad kol Adam boy is That's what it's all about Coming into this world And making sure that you inspire others And coming into this world and making sure you're close to those people who inspire you Enjoyed this story? Come again Bring a friend StoriesToInspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org. Rav Asher Kobalsky says an amazing story. The way the story goes is he brings it in his beautiful sefir, penine para shatashavua. And the way the story goes is that there was an old lady that she was diagnosed with a certain situation. The family, they heard the news from the doctors. They were broken. The doctors didn't exactly have the greatest advice for them because there was no cure yet for her condition. And a surgery would pose potential danger on this old, aged body, this fragile lady. They weren't sure if she could handle the surgery. They wouldn't be sure if she'd be able to go through the surgery. What would it be after the surgery? So they sat down with the family and they told them, listen, we think a surgery is very important. It's the only solution we have. We just don't know how it's going to turn out. So they weren't sure what to do. They were going to go through the surgery. But of course, before they made any decision, they went to go ask Da'a Torah. They went to ask Geduleh Yisrael. They went to one of the big rabbis in Eritz Yisrael and they told them the situation, surgery needed, but it's not going to be proven to work. They're not exactly sure. The rabbi hears the sides. He stops, he thinks. And then he says, is there any way they could postpone the surgery two weeks? Two weeks, maybe. It doesn't seem like it needs to be immediate, but what's that going to do? He says, well, by then already, we'll already have passed Rosh Hashanah. And on Rosh Hashanah, all the gazerot, the new decrease are coming down. Meaning to say what happened the last year doesn't have necessarily any effect on the upcoming year. It's a new page, clean page. The previous year is not connected to the next year. People are like, oh, everything's flowing. Everything, what's flowing? Boreolam is starting everything again, Rosh Hashanah. New gazerot, new decrease. Someone that wasn't seeing Nakhat, enjoyment from the children going bedere Hashem. They're able to pray on Rosh Hashanah. Mikol Alev with tremendous Kavana and they're able to see a different child this year. Someone that wasn't able to find their Zivug, they're able to pray and they're able to find their Zivug. Someone that wasn't able to have children. They're able to pray with Kavana. Gazerot are coming down by Azat Hashem, the Tuvavili Brachah. It's a new page. What happened doesn't have anything to do with the future. Person can change everything on Rosh Hashanah. What a beautiful time it is. Someone that wasn't seeing Hatsakha in the Parnasa. Someone that wasn't seeing Hatsakha in the Shalom Bayid. Someone that wasn't seeing Hatsakha in the Talmud Torah, in their learning and they think they're not able to learn. We don't have to be the same person before and after Rosh Hashanah. A person is able to change so much. A person is able to get so much more into his life from the power of his Kifilot. Who's not going to utilize these days? And the rabbi said to them, Rosh Hashanah, that's the time to pray. And if you pray hard on Rosh Hashanah, who knows what could bring next year? What next year could bring? Who knows what Hashem could bring next year if you just pray with Kavana? Tell the doctors push it off to weeks and then we'll see after Rosh Hashanah, Bezat Hashem will have good news. Okay, they went to the doctors and they told the doctors, doctors could push it off to weeks. They said, okay, push it off to weeks, push it off to weeks, no problem. They push it off to weeks. The family is praying with tremendous Kavana. Tremendous meaning in the Tehvila, Mikol Haliv. And after Rosh Hashanah, the doctor is stunned. He says to the family, how in the world did you know? How did you know? What are you talking about? How do you know what? How did you know to postpone the surgery two weeks? The FDA just approved a medicine that was pending their approval for the thing that your mother has and this is the treatment that she needs. Now it's FDA approved. You don't need surgery anymore. Like what? How did you know two weeks later they're gonna come up? We didn't know. But when you pray on Rosh Hashanah, you should worship Him all the time. The Yeshua, the Hatsacha and the Si'at Adish, mayah that could happen is unbelievable. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend. StoriesToInspire.org.