The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. There was a woman, she worked for a very, very long time for a certain rabbi, and she gave her life to the synagogue. You know, every synagogue has one of theirs, you know, the person that's given decades of their life. They're as much a part of the furniture as the furniture. All right. One day they have one daughter, her, this woman, and her husband. And the daughter really is suffering from some strange illness that no one can figure out what it is. Everyone is trying their best to understand, the doctors, the thing that no one can ... Anyway, the rabbi says, please come with your husband, bring your husband to my office, I'd like to do some prayers, I'd like to try and intervene on your behalf for your daughter. She goes to convince her husband, husband is not a chassidish guy. He's like, wow, we're kind of going to go to a Revy, not my thing. Anyway, she pushes, she pushes, she pushes, and finally the guy agrees, he comes. And he sits down and the rabbi says, tell me the name, he writes out a little piece of paper, he folds it up, he says, please eat this with her wherever she goes, as a Khmer. Now, just to be clear, 90, whatever percent of Khmer that you'll receive were made in China. You understand that it's bogus, it's not, not only is the Khmer not real, the person who wrote a few is not real, it's rare to find someone that you'd want to use any Khmer that they'd give you. But we have examples of Great Sadiqeem that did whatever they did, wrote whatever they wrote, and it became like a protection for that person to carry around. Now, he says, please write, he says, don't tell anybody, it has to be kept absolute secret. You know, anyway, so find the, give it to the daughter, before they've even walked out the door, she'd had very tough, very difficult mental challenges. Before they even walked out of the door of the rabbi's office, they could see that the girl's state of mind is improving. On the way out of the house of the rabbi, the daughter says to her mother, I'm so sorry, mom, for all that I'm putting you through, all that this is costing you, how difficult this is for you. She starts to apologize and own her behavior while they can't believe it. They don't say anything. They go home day by day. The recovery is miraculous. Guy doesn't open his mouth, doesn't say a word. Years go by. The father is at a wedding. He has one too many to drink. Someone asked him about the story. And he says, well, the rabbi, he gave us this piece of paper. And since that day, she's been better. And he tells the secret that the rabbi said, never to reveal. On that same day, whatever it was that this girl had, came back. In the language of the rabbi, what happened happened. But years later, someone opened up this camea. And you know what it said in the camea. This is fascinating. And to me, this story is not about the camea, or cameas in general, or whether or not they're legit. He writes, ahoti, rayati, tamati, yonati. These are four expressions in Shirashireem used to describe God. And the rabbi is writing to God like he's his friend, how close he is to Hashem. And he begs Hashem to bring refuashimah to this woman. Why? Because she served the community for so many years. In the kleset, et cetera, et cetera. And then he says, in the zehut of, and he writes the names, of two people from the community. This man and this man. Anyway, the person who opens this camea all those years later, he goes to find out, he's like, who are these people that the rabbi is saying that she should have refuashimah in their merit? They do a little research, and it turns out they're not rabbis. They're not khachamim, roshayah, yishiva, roshayah, kulel, poskim. Who are they? They were two people who worked for the community in raising Siddhartha funds. They were the people that everyone crossed the street to get to the other side when you saw them, because you know the guy's going to hit you up. He's collecting for kala, he's collecting for refuashimah He's collecting for this, collecting for the food fund, collecting for bikuholim, he's collecting for the center, for dsn, mabaref, helal, the bridge, the bridge to helal, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. The guy's collecting for anything and everything. He's the man, if ever you needed someone to collect money, who's the guy? Him, my friends. The guy writes in the merit of, they asked the rabbi of all the Sadiqim, this is who you have, and the rabbi said this. He says, after they went to all the doctors and no one could find anything, it was obvious that we needed a miracle. If we needed a miracle, we needed to hear voices in the Shamayim, whose voices are unequivocal, that what they say happens. Who are those people, he said? The people who gave everything for Amir Israel. The biggest zikhut, he says, are the people who gave everything for Amir Israel. And if they declare, and in the zikhut, this person's supposed to have it for Hashem, she'll have it for Hashem. They gave everything for Amir Israel. Now to me, the story I said, not about the Khmer. Not about this, not about that. You know what it's about? That in choosing zikhut, who the rabbi chose, he chose people that gave everything for the Sibur. Their zikhut is unimaginable. And why? Why? Because to get somebody help that they need, which lane are you in? You're in the lane of? Ahavah. In the lane of Ahavah, my friends, what's the greatest mitzvah we could do? Ahavah. Caring for someone, helping that person. So this time is a tremendous time for the mitzvah of Sidaka, for the time of showing love, care, and concern for people. Less religious, not religious. Sisters, brothers-in-law, all that kind of thing. Yom Kippur is when you forgave your brother-in-law. Yom Kippur is when you forgave your mother-in-law. Yom Kippur is where your mother-in-law forgave you. Okay? Sukkot is when you break bread together, when you start developing that Ahavah again. And it's a time which has missed sugal for it, which means that if a person is trying to do it, Hashem will grease the wheels. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. The story begins back in May of the year 2002. The fellow himself told me the story. His name is Golan Artsi, he's a Yemenite Jew and he lived in St. Louis and he helped build a wonderful shawl in St. Louis called Shahr Hashemayah and he got many many Sephardic people to move to St. Louis and the shawl was a very very active place. One Shabbos, Golan told me he was walking home from shawl and he had the green light, he was crossing the street and suddenly a car came swerving around the corner. The guy went through the red light and smashed into Golan and Golan went flying. Unfortunately he was heard very very badly and he needed serious operations and he was in a coma for more than three weeks but while he was in the coma they had to operate on his legs, on his ribs and he had many metal screws, metal plates and screws to keep every part of his body together and he told me an amazing thing. He had been in a coma and right before he came out of a coma. He had a dream. He dreamt that he was in a shawl and a Sephardic shawl he was standing by the entrance of a Sephardic shawl. The door was open to this huge place and the Haqam was up front leading the Tzibor, leading the community and saying to him and all of a sudden the Haqam motioned for Golan Arzi to come into the shawl. He said he walked down the center aisle passing everybody who was holding their Tehillim's saying Tehillim and as he came up towards the Haqam the Arundh Kailish opened it was a huge white light that shone on him and that's when he woke up. He woke up from that dream and when he woke up out of the coma his family was there and friends and everybody started crying they couldn't believe the doctors weren't even sure that he would ever come out of the coma and it began a long process of healing that took a very very long time for his body to heal and eventually he was able to walk on his own and he was able to travel but those metal plates and screws always were a pain they always hurt him and he was wondering Hashem if you help me heal that I'm able to walk and I'm able to talk and I'm able to travel why didn't you heal me all the way why do I still need those metal plates and screws that are still painful to me two years later in May on May 23rd 2004 he got his answer you see he had traveled to Anzisro and on the way coming back from Anzisro to America he decided that he's gonna stop the Shabbos in a town called Epine in France and the reason he was gonna stop there because he had relatives there and there are many Sephardic Yemeni Jews in Epine now Sunday that day on May 23rd 2004 he comes to the airport now because he was going through security well they looked him over he told that he had a Jewish passport and France they don't like juice so much so they gave him a hard time not only that he was wearing a quipa they saw he's an Orthodox Jew in France they don't like juice so much lately so they were delaying him and then the metal plates and the screws started ringing up give him a hard time and they delayed him and as they were talking to him about 40 feet in front of him all of a sudden there was a tremendous crash and the brand-new section of the airport that they had just finished building in De Gaulle Airport came crashing down huge blocks of concrete fell on the people that had been right in front of him five people were killed and dozens were injured and he was saying why was he saved because he had those metal plates and those screws and that held him back from going through security because they were giving him a hard time and Golan artsy told me now I had stood sometimes Hashem makes you go through something and you think why why is it making me go through this pain that took him two years to find out the answer because Hashem wanted to save his life so that fall of all that concrete in De Gaulle and that new airport you could look it up it killed people it injured people but Golan artsy was saved because by Hashem had made it that he would have metal plates and screws in his body that would delay him from going through security it wasn't an inconvenience after all it was the thing that saved his life by Ashko Habratis

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org I remember years ago, my second son was born, and when he was born I remember we were at the hospital and my wife took a look at this little newborn and she said to him, what a kadosh, and even though we named him formally Hillel Yashayahu, but it never lasted. He ended up being called kadosh, our little holy one. And kadosh grew up and I remember we decided we were going to go on a day trip to Natanya. I live in Jerusalem. We were going to go on a day trip to Natanya. And I remember I came home from morning prayers and I walked in and I said, okay, Khan and my wife, let's go. And Khan said, great, we're just going to do one more thing and she said, take this child, take him to the restroom. Each child, one by one, we took him to the restroom. When the last one went, she said, quick, go now, expert mother. And we took all of our little children. We packed them onto a bus. We went over to the central bus station in Jerusalem. Soon as we got to the central bus station, being experienced father with lots of little children, I realized you don't buy, there's two buses that go to Natanya. There's one that stops at every little city on the way. You don't buy that ticket with little children. The express tickets, one bus, straight shot, Jerusalem, Natanya. And got the tickets. As I was getting the tickets, my wife took each child back to the restroom one more time, was shaking and squeezing. As I got the tickets, they were just coming out of the restroom. And she said, okay, we're ready. Let's go. And as we ran towards the bus, we saw the bus and Tanya was just pulling away. So I waved to him and as he's pulling away, he waved back, opened the door as the bus is moving. We're putting our children on one at a time. Finally, we get the last child on. My wife and I pile on. The bus is moving. Everyone gets their seats. One child here, one child there. My wife here. I sit down next to the kadosch. And it's only about what are an hour, hour and a half rides, ten minutes into the rides. Hillel Yeshayahu, a.k.a. kadosch turns to me and says, Abba, I have to use the restroom. I said, Hillel, that's impossible. Use the restroom twice. Didn't have to go, then have to go now. So I said, Hillel, don't worry. We're almost there. We'll be there soon. That was a lie. 15 minutes later, Abba, have to go now. So I realized we were not going to make it. There was no way this was going to actually end in a happy story. And so I got up and I walked over to the bus. In Israel, everybody has kids. The bus drivers are used to this. I realized I was not going to have a problem. I walked over to the bus driver and I said to him, excuse me, I have a child. We really just pull over one minute on the side and we'll take care of everything and we'll just keep going. And the bus driver said, express bus, doesn't stop. So I tried to explain to him that it was a very serious situation. By this time, people could hear Hillel in the back making noises. And it was a very serious situation. And I tried to explain to him we really have a problem, but the bus driver was not stopping. By the time he pulled into the Tanya, poor Hillel looked a little bit like a pretzel. And he was making noises and my kids were really worried. The other kids were really worried. And so, you know, the bus stopped and my kids all jumped up and blocked the aisles. And my wife and I grabbed poor Hillel by the arms and carried him off the bus. And we immediately made a B line for the restroom. And, you know, we got to the restroom. We got to the restroom and there was a big sign that said under construction. And poor Hillel and he was so disappointed. And, you know, I said to him, Hillel, don't worry, there's a boardwalk right here. I'm sure we get out on the boardwalk and, you know, we're going to find a place right away. And my kids were so panicked and they were running in front of us. And I saw my kids running down the boardwalk and they went into a shop and out of a shop and into a shop and out of a shop and into a shop and out of a shop and around the corner. It was not a good sign. We're carrying Hillel down the road. And a minute later, my oldest son comes running around the corner and he comes and he says, we found a restroom. So I said, where is it? And Hillel, his eyes were just so wide. Where is it? And they said, it's in a bar. And Hillel looks up at me and says, what's a bar? So I said to him, no, I was, I wasn't me. My oldest son looked at him and said, it's a place where people listen to loud music and get drunk. So Hillel looks up at me and says, I can't go in a bar. At which point I said, why not? So Hillel looks up at me and says, I can't go in a bar. Because I'm Katoche. Okay, I never told my kids not to go in a bar. It never came up. But I never had to. Because that little boy had this planting that happened day after day, many times a day where he was told he was a Katoche. At some point he learned that word means a holy one. And when he looked in a mirror, he was looking through a set of glasses. And he perceived himself as a little piece of God. He thought it was inappropriate for him to be in a bar. He never taught him such a lesson. But he had a different perspective on himself and on the whole world from a very subtle input that went on for years. And of course you understand that we can plant lots of different things and we could have called him other names and that would have gone in as well. So you have to be very, very careful what sort of lessons you plant because they all take root. And over a period of time, they all take over the child's personality. That's planting up front in life.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. There was a fellow who went to Russia immediately following the fall of the Iron Curtain. He was asked to go to an area that had a massive Jewish population and they asked him to go and lead the service on Yom Kippur. He traveled all this way from America, he gets to this place, he goes up to the Bima, the place is packed wall to wall. They're finally able to come to Shul, people that have been denied the ability to pray and to practice freely for so long. Okay, he gets up there and he's singing Kal-Nidre and he's putting his heart and soul into it. Kal-Nidre Hivi-E-Sorei Syrians, Suferadim, there's other sides to our religion. Educate yourselves. He's belting it out, but he's belting it out alone. Thousand people, no one's singing with him. You know, he's singing every song he could think of. The oldies, the newies, nothing's working. The morning, Musaf, nothing. Ben-Ha, nothing. Ne-La, nothing. He's very disheartened. You know, it feels like he came for nothing. And even Es-Sashem, God, you took me away from my family. You took my Yom Kippur from me. I thought at least it would help others. Look at them. Nobody here is engaged whatsoever. They're sitting, they haven't moved. Not a, no one's crying. Yom Kippur is almost over. And the Gabai of the Shul, Dahilak. The Gabai of the Shul, he says, listen, if you do me a favor, before you finish the Tefilah, can I go up and lead a small piece? He says, sure. He finishes the prayer, the Gabai stands up, and he screams on the top of his lungs, Alef! And all of a sudden, a thousand Russians scream after him, Alef! Bet! Bet! Gimel, Gimel, Dalit, Dalit. Goes all the way to the Alef bit. Again. Alef. Again. Alef. People are crying. People are swaying. Their faces are red. They finish Yom Kippur, he says to the Gabai, I never saw this man hang before. Where's this come from? And the Gabai says, listen, for all these years, it's been illegal for them to read, to go to school. The most they know is the Alef bit. So we say the Alef bit a bunch of times, and then I ask in Russian, out loud, that Akadosh Baruchu should take the letters that we screamed with all of our hearts, and should weave them into the most beautiful Tefilah that has ever been written. Nishmat kol khayt eva rech et shimkhah. The soul that we put into these words, that's what blesses Yoneim Akadosh Baruchu. That's what brings about an accurate expression of gratitude. Words were never gonna be enough. So there are letters that come after all the letters to be able to describe letters that come with Nishamah. After all has been said and done, we have the Otyot Sof. Says the Gemara, Sofim Amaroum. Those who saw, not just prophets that could remember the letters themselves, but rather those who saw what would be in Russia, those who saw that there would be people that would be swept away by the Hasqala, but still would cry when they said, Havino malkano, on the microphone, with a mixed choir in a reformed temple. The prophets knew that they needed to be letters that would be valid just because of the heart of a Jew. The prophets knew, Shechachom, that we would forget and that they would need to be brought back. And that is the day of the Aravah, the day of the Jew that has no mitzvot, and what brings his prayer to the highest heavens? The fact that he's beaten to be a Jew and he was beaten, Shaba was beaten out of him and believe in God was taken away and the synagogues were shut and the mikvaut were drained. Hashem, we ask you to see the Aravah. When the Briskarov arrived at the ghetto during the war, he was in a hovel and word got out that the Briskarov had managed to sneak into the ghetto with him, a lulav and a trog. And people quickly, the news spread and in a span of a short while, there was a long line outside of his hovel waiting to shake lulav. And there were people who had walked from a far away place in the ghetto called Praha, very far to get there. And they were nervous. If they'd be able to do it or not, this long line is waiting, the Briskarov is, they're all lined up and you know what they lined up and waiting for? It's the middle of the night. You can only shake the lulav during the day. So they're waiting for the moment that the light will start to shine, that they could start shaking the lulav. All night they're waiting there. The Briskarov looks and he sees that the line is so long that if they shake the lulav and a trog from sunrise until sunset, there's not enough time for everyone to shake the lulav and a trog. And there starts to be a fight. And a fellow says, arguing at the person in front, please is there any way I walk from so far? You could come back tomorrow. And the Briskarov said, I'll give you my slot to this man. While the people are waiting in the dark, the Nazis see that there's this long line unwarranted without a permit. They drive by and they beat the people online, smashing them with their guns and truncheons. One fellow has his teeth knocked out and he's worried. He's crying to the Briskarov that with his teeth knocked out, he's not gonna be able to properly pronounce the berakha over the lulav. Ya'aeni, has there been anyone that's been beaten more than us? Ya'aeni, to hear your grandfather who escaped from the Holocaust, hold the costs and sing the he's shahamda, she be called door by door, on the malenu and halotenu. I don't need to hear any stories just to see him waving the cup back and forth. It's something I'll never forget. That's man zapach. But our hachameen, the Niveen, they understood that even if we'd get beaten and even if we'd forget it, ultimately the Torah would come back to every one of their children and grandchildren. My grandpa, when he moved to South Bend, Indiana, he was traumatized from being an eight year old boy who witnessed the Nazis do what they did. Traumatized. He was scared to be openly Jewish. He joined the reform community in South Bend, Indiana and my mother and my uncle slowly forgot a lot of what Orthodox Judaism will tell you about how to live the day to day. Strangely enough, my mother found Judaism again. Authentic, practicing day to day Judaism. She went to Israel. But towards the end of his life, my grandpa reunited with his faith in the strongest way and he would go to school all the time with my father and say kaddish. My friends, those letters that had been forgotten. Haqadosh Baruch Hu brought them back. In the end, those letters came back. The Oteot Sofiot. In the end, they came back. The power of the Jewish soul is such, in the end it will bless. And this young, scared boy that ran away and tried to protect himself and his children has now a bunch of children and grandchildren that are not only religious, but their rabbis and their Torah scholars and they work in the Jewish community and they wear the kippah proudly and they're not embarrassed and they're not ashamed and they're not afraid. That is the power of Mansapach. That is the power of the Aravah. The letters Aravah even have the same letters as the word Avera. Even the Avera eventually disappears and we wind up finding those correct letters. In the end, a way to be able to speak praise and reconnect with Boreolam and that is ultimately the Hoshan Aravah, the great salvation of the Jewish person. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org A couple of years ago, somebody approached me and he said he wants to give something to the Yeshiva to help the Yeshiva. He gave a bag and the bag was cash. There's a large sum of money, $30,000. $30,000 used for the Yeshiva. So I was at night already and I thought to go to a Hasen. I called the administrator of our Yeshiva and she was an Oberlander. I said, I don't want to carry this around. So I'm going to meet you at this Hasen. He's also going to the Hasen. You take, you go back to Yeshiva. Yeshiva has a safe. Put the money in the safe. I meet him there and I give it over. And he went back to Yeshiva. It was a month's Yeshiva. He went back to Yeshiva. And as he gets back to Yeshiva for some reason, he never in his life did such a thing. He said, I wasn't at the Hasen long enough. For a minute, I want to go back and be more moustastic in the Hasen. He doesn't know why he did it. He didn't put the money back in the safe. He kept it in the car. He came back to the Hasen. And there in the lobby, somebody who was very closely in the tzerebe comes to me and says, I'm looking for you. So I need you. He says, what do you want from me? He says, I need tonight $30,000. Where can I get? Can you get me $30,000 cash? What do you mean? What do you want from me? Why? I need $30,000. I need it desperately tonight. I'll pay you back in a month. Why do you think I might have it? And he told him the story. He said, he had the remnant tzerebe, as he had said in the Gwadar Shlubroche, had a becher that he received as a gift from his tzerebe, the Stephan Esther. This becher he had with him in Russia, when he came to America, the old school in Rebro, he said, he had the Gwadar Shlubroche, came to drink from the becher. He knew it was his rebus becher. He said, right now he has to give it to somebody else, but he can redeem it if he has $30,000. But he has to give it tonight, before he has to. I just was by the rebus cave, I was there for an hour and a half crying, begging, it should help me. And when I finished, I felt like I'm a Gholfen. I don't know why I came to the Shrine. I thought to myself, you have good to good to you did him, and he's going to help you. And he said to me, he said, you are my good to good to you did, you have to help me. And he knows he's got $30,000 in the car. He can't trust us, he has to be responsible. So he called me up. So first let's find out what's the story with this becher. Is it real? What is it worth? And we did some research. It was worth that much. And there were some other things also. It says just for a month. He said, you can help the seed, we'll lend him the money. And I want to accept that if he doesn't pay back, we take the back and then it belongs to you. Shiba Shiba can sell it and recoup the money. In the end of the month, he wasn't able to pay. He begged and cried, okay, we'll give you another month. I don't think we went on three times for this. Look, this is not a private person's belongs to you. And this is it. And you know, it deals with your country. It's a country that you have. And so this becher was in your shiba. I would use it just by the side of the night. We were always looking how could we, you know, recoup what it costed. And then now we're going to check the value had gone. Oh, it was a while back, a few months ago. I was in a city out in New York fundraising mission for your shiba. I was in the house of a very wealthy man, a very special person. And he's an avid collector of Tashmish Kedusha Kiswayodos. And he's showing me his collection. Kiswayodos, he had certain things from this rabbi, from that rabbi. And I mentioned to him, he says, you know, I told him the story of the behalf of this becher. I said, oh, he would love to see it. He said, no, we're saving it for maybe if someone's going to give a big donation to your shiba. We don't know, we want one. This was the story. Two days ago, Cid was in Mansi. He came, he had a SIM card, he came to Mansi just to go to the Remnitz's cave. He had other faiths in the Remnitz. And he was here with a few friends. And he came by and wanted to say hello. He came to my house. He was talking. And he said, by the way, you talk about that becher. Can I see it? And I had it in a safe. And I had taken it out on the table. His eyes opened so wide. When someone is a collector, they become very passionate. It becomes their life. He says, you know, I'm afraid to look at it. He tells me, I'm afraid to look at it. Look, you know, this is it. And he says, I'll talk to you privately later. He leaves, listen to this. Listen to this. He calls up and he says, I can't tell you how much I want this becher. He offered a price many, many times more than what we've paid for it. So I don't want it for myself. I want the money to go to your sheath. And the becher should go back to the person who had to give it away. Listening. Are you sure that's what you want to do? He says, I saw in your eyes, he wanted it so bad. He says, yes, but this seed had it. And he had to give it up. And I'm so happy to do it. And I see the limnitzer has been orchestrating things here from Shemayim. He pulled everything together. I came just this one day, just being by his cave. And this is the whole story. I'm so moved by it. And he don't have a chisik from the story. So I'm telling you the story exactly the way it happened. Shereichim Yisrael. Mika Amchi Yisrael. Who was like Yiddish a kinder?

The following story has been brought to you by storiestoinspire.org. A couple newly married comes to the first night of Shev Ibrahim, and there, with all smiles, the family and the friends after enjoying the night before by a magnificent wedding, is waiting to rejoice with them the first night of Shev Ibrahim, with the wonderful speeches, with the night beautifully put together in honor of this couple, and there they come in with big smiles and everyone dances and sings, and they sit the couple up in the front of the room, and the speeches began, and everyone sat down for a meal, of course, a surat mitzvah. It was really a night that was beautifully done, not just a good continuation from the wedding, but something that made the couple feel that they're going to build a bayitna in Manbi Israel. At the end of this night, while the couple was picking up to leave, suddenly the calah, checking her fingers, realized, going into his area, that she's missing her diamond wedding rink. Quickly, she runs back to her seat. She looks through the napkins, under the table, no rink. She goes running into the kitchen, looks around, no rink. She asks the waiters, did you see nothing? She's about to go into hysteria. She feels that anxiety and panic attack coming. She turns to her hatan, husband, and she says, I don't know where my ring is. Help me. He runs inside. He calls in the whole family. Everyone comes running inside. No more than a minute later, the entire family is down on their hands and knees, going up and down the floor, looking for this diamond wedding ring. It only took a few minutes for the hatan's mother to pull her son over on the side and say, she can't keep the ring on her finger the first night. She only got married last night. How do you lose a ring in 24 hours? Did she not like the ring? Did she tell you that the stone wasn't big enough? Maybe it wasn't her style. What happened to the ring? I don't know. She lost it. It's not her fault. How could anyone lose a ring? Well, this hatan saw that started out on a night that was so beautiful, may turn into something that nobody would want to be in a position for so quickly. He turns to his kala and he says, listen, it'll show up. We're both exhausted. It's late. Let's go back to the apartment. Don't worry. Okay, they go home. That night, his kala's twist, he's broken the pieces. What did she do with the ring? The next morning, the phone rings. The guy jumps out of bed. I bet you somebody found the ring. He picks up the phone. It's his mother. Listen, I couldn't sleep all night. How could you lose a ring? What kind of a foolish fool did you marry? If she can't keep her ring on her finger, she's going to be able to take care of a house, a husband, kids, which is going to forget the kids at Walmart. Well, what type of a girl is this? What did you marry? Trying to keep his mother calm. He tells them, ma, it's a mistake. It's okay. Don't worry. We'll find it. There's a signal. I'm not a binyamin. I called the he's got some it. I'm going to say it. I'm going to give the money or a mayor Balanes will find it. His mother was relentless, relentless, couldn't deal with the fact that her daughter in law after all the money they paid for that diamond in the first night. Sheva brought hot lost the ring. Well, you could imagine that the second night, sheva brought hot. How uneasy of a feeling there was in the air when the hat on and color showed up to the Sheva brought hot there. Her mother law with a grim face was waiting for them. Did you find it? No, she wouldn't say a word to her. She's mumbling under her breath the whole night. She's talking to everybody else but the Kala and the Kala feels like that she's talking about her. And she's probably telling everybody how bumbling of a fool I was. How did I lose the ring? She was broken to pieces. The entire night was ruined. The Simcha was gone. And the Lashon Harah just began. Wait till the other sisters got in on the act. And then they're on the ants. And then there's the friends of the family. What? She lost a what? Where? And they went to look and hear it. It was a talk in the town how a girl loses a diamond ring the next night. This girl was broken to pieces, to pieces. Every night she showed up to a Sheva brought the Lashon Harah just got more and more. Her feelings got destroyed more and more. And this poor guy, he saw. He saw that the situation was deteriorating in a very, very serious way. He was broken as well. To start off a marriage like this. The poor couple. Well the last day a Sheva brothel came quietly without really talking to each other. They both were getting dressed ready for Sheva brothel. Suddenly she hears her husband the Hattan in the bathroom gives such a yell. What's the matter? I can't believe the ring. She said what? How did you find the ring? He says take a look. This is the suit. This is the wedding suit that I wore the night at a wedding in the first night Sheva Brachelt. After that I didn't wear it. It was here in my back pocket. The first night when we went to wash the Tilat Yadayim for the bread. You took off your rings and you gave it to me to hold for you. I put it in my pocket. I forgot to give it back to you. All along I cannot believe it was right here in my suit pants. You had the ring all along? You mean you're the one who forgot to give me the ring? I feel terrible. I feel terrible. Please forgive me. She says listen call your mother right now and tell her. He says no no no I have a better one. We're going to Sheva Brachelt. I'm gonna get up in front of everyone in front of the family in front of the friends in front of the aunts in front of the sister-in-laws and I'm gonna tell everybody what happened. She says you're gonna do that? Of course what do you mean? I'm the fool. It wasn't my pants all along. How did I forget? That night they came into the Sheva Brachelt and before the speeches began before anything the Hatan stands up at a no. He gives a bang on the table and he isks for everyone's attention and there he says I'd like to announce to everybody that today putting back on my wedding suit from the first night and Sheva Brachelt I found my wife's ring in my pocket. I am so foolish. The first night she was washing the Tilat Yadaim for bread she handed me the ring to hold and I put it in my pocket and I'm you know me I'm a space bull I totally forgot and ever since then everyone thought it was my wife who lost the ring and it was me I feel terrible I'm asking my wife forgiveness and public in front of everyone please forgive me you could imagine the smile on this girl's face that night this girl did not need heels she walked out ten feet tall her mother-in-law came over crying literally in tears begging her for forgiveness how she felt and how she thought and why she should never suspected and her sister-in-law came and gave her hugs oh we feel terrible we should have known it was our brother he's a space kid that he did this a thousand times that girl came home with her hatan Simcha was restored to the home and now now a happy home had the ability to begin to be built well do you think that's the end of the story of course now you heard the story already some two and a half to three years later one day this girl was coming home from work and as she was handling packages her ring banged slightly against the wall the stone got loose and she was worried that if she doesn't have the stone tightened she may lose has fish along that beautiful diamond in her setting so she quickly called up the jeweler on 47th Street that she bought the diamond from with her hatan some two three years earlier and there she went down to the jeweler and she said to him please we bought the diamond from you along with the setting can you tighten it so I have to show on don't lose the diamond the jeweler said absolutely she hands him the ring and in one second he looks and he says one second this isn't my diamond and this is definitely not our

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org Why? Because they realized that they had an unfair advantage, while the Israeli players wore the state-of-the-art sports shoes with cleats. The Kenyan opponents wore plain gym shoes. It didn't have any cleats. And because the field was muddy, the players kept on falling. And they felt it was unfair. After the game, some of these young Israeli players called their parents to express how badly they felt about this game. It didn't feel fair. They couldn't run. The floor to the ground was muddy. One of the players' father, a man named Michael D'Adivini, said it's worse than that because if they keep playing that way and they don't have cleats, they're going to do damage to their feet. And so that night D'Adivini called the team coaches, the committee members, and some of the other parents. And they organized a collection to buy new shoes for the Kenyan players. And they asked the Kenyan coach for a list of all of their players and shoe sizes, but to please keep it quiet. And they literally needed to do this. They needed to call shoe suppliers with cleats to open up a middle of the night so that they can get this collection there. To Canada. And the very next day, the Israeli team, each and every single member of that team was carrying a gift bag and presented each one to another player from the opposite Kenyan team with this gift. A gift of shoes, the same shoes, types of shoes that the Israeli players had. The Israeli team did not seek any publicity. They didn't want it publicized. But the Kenyan team wanted it to be known to the world. What their opponents of yesterday's game did for them. And they posted it on Twitter. And it went viral. Wearing their new cleats in their next game, Kenya went on to win beat Belgium 16-9. And they tweeted, One game in cleats today equals one win. And they added this line, No one can help everyone, but everyone can help someone. The Israeli goalie, she wrote this. She said, 20 years from now, I won't remember that we won a game here. But for the rest of my life, I will remember the smile on the Kenyan players faces when we gave them those gift bags. The great Hillel said, in a place where there is no leader's strife to be a leader, Each of us can make a difference wherever we are. Sometimes even in the smallest gesture, We can have such a huge impact on the lives of others in ways we could never imagine. That's our privilege. And we're proud of that privilege. We don't hide from that privilege. In the San Fernando Valley, there's a friend of mine, his name is Paul Kohn. Paul Kohn is a sports agent. And he represents many professional baseball players. And he's also an observant Jew. And he tells the story how a few years ago, one of his clients was a star pitcher by the name of Tim Hudson. Those of you who are baseball fans may remember his name. And Tim Hudson became a free agent. Now you know in free agency, That means that all teams start competing and start bidding. And the agent is very busy getting all these bids in and picking the winning bid. He was a top-tier pitcher. He had more than 200 wins in his major league career. And he was in big demand. The signing date was approaching. Paul Kohn had 15 offers on the table. He narrowed it down to four. It's Friday afternoon. It's a late November, which means Friday is coming in early. Negotiations now between the four are coming down to the wire. Candle lighting time was about 4.30. Well, two of the general managers involved in the talks knew that Paul was an observant Jew. The other two who were newer never dealt with Paul. They didn't know. There's a 3.30 conference call with the four general managers. Paul Kohn says, folks, some of you know, some of you don't. I keep Shabbat. Candle lighting is 4.30. I need you to still take a shower. I need to get ready for Shabbat. Four o'clock. This ends. The process ends based on what time candle lighting is. So make your best offers in the next 30 minutes. And by four o'clock, I'm going to pick the winning bid. Comes 3.58. Paul Kohn calls Bob Evans, GM, general manager of the San Francisco Giants. And he says, Bob, you got it. We're good to go. It's you. It's going to be the Giants. I'm going to let the other three teams know. And after Shabbat is over, we'll do the paperwork. But for now, it could be a verbal agreement between us. You got it. It's yours. Bob Evans is not familiar with this candle lighting time, Abdullah time. And he says, listen, you know, I want to wrap it up, wrap it up. That usually means the signing of a contract. It'll take me just about an hour to get my lawyers here to write it up. And Paul says, no, candle lighting time. I don't do contracts then. I've got my word. You can trust me. We'll take care of it Saturday night. He says, OK, so we won't do the phone thing, but I'll email it to you. And I'll take the email signature. You won't have to do anything. Just email it back. He says, no, you don't quite understand. Code of Jewish Law doesn't allow for emails. Don't worry. We're good to go. Saturday night comes. Paul Kohn calls Bob Evans. They finalize the contract. Tim Hudson plays for the San Francisco Giants. Two years go by. Hudson is now retiring. His last game is in San Francisco against the Los Angeles Dodgers. Paul Kohn is invited by the team owner to sit in the owner's booth for Tim Hudson's last game. The owner of the Giants is a Jew by the name of Larry Baer. Larry Baer comes over to Paul Kohn. You have a minute for me, Paul? Sure. Can we talk? Sure. You remember two years ago the Tim Hudson deal? Sure. Remember that candle lighting thing that was going on that Bob Evans was telling me about? Sure. So I want to tell you what happened. Bob Evans called me at 3.58 after he got the call from you. And he says, I don't know what this guy Paul's doing. He says he's got this candle lighting time. He can't work after the candle lighting time. The contract, no email, no this, no that. And he said that we have his word. He said I hung up from Bob Evans and I called my wife. And I told my wife it has been years since we had a Friday night Shabbat dinner. If Paul Kohn won't do a free agent deal worth millions of dollars because candle lighting is coming, we're going to have Shabbat dinner tonight. Call the whole family. Tell them when they come, I want them to leave their cell phones in their cars. No cell phones at the Shabbat table. We're going to have a Shabbat dinner in a traditional way thanks to the inspiration of Paul Kohn. It's been two years I have never gotten a chance to tell you but you're here now on my booth. I want you to know Paul because of you not only did we have a Shabbat dinner that week but we continue this tradition of every once in a while getting the whole family together and having a beautiful Shabbat dinner. It's a beautiful thing. Sixth inning comes. Once again, owner of the Giants comes over to Paul Kohn. Paul, you have a minute for my wife Pamela? She wants to say a word to you. Sure. Pamela comes over. Paul, you remember the Tim Hudson deal? Yeah, I heard about a Shabbat dinner. Well, it doesn't just end with the Shabbat dinner. You see, a few years before that, my father had passed away. No one ever said Kaddish for him. And in those yards, no one ever lit a candle for him. But hearing about your exchange with Bob Evans which led to the Friday night dinner in my house I made a resolution that night that from that point forward every single year on my father's yard site I'm going to make sure it's honored not just with the candle that someone says Kaddish for him. I wanted you to know, Paul, it's because of your phone call to Bob Evans that my father's now remembered. So we just do what we're supposed to do and the world sees and the world recognizes and the world learns and the world is inspired.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. Just heard the story from a friend of mine last week. It's an amazing story. And he said the story is, I am so shunned. Some of you have read Lieutenant Bermbounds books and I see him very, every time I'm there, it's he's probably down to a secret, and I would see him there. He's an amazing man, he's written many books. This is not in his book. So the story goes like this, that there was this man that was in, I believe he was in Bate Laganne. He went to Daven and Bate Laganne. And he walks into Shul, an American guy, walks into Shul, and he sees that a man is downing in the corner, a beautiful blonde man with real blue eyes. And sitting next to this man are these two little boys, like fetish a little bit, you know, with peyas, but they look very not Jewish. Blue eyes, blond hair, very Aryan, very not Jewish. So he's watching this guy down with his two kids. It's like something magnificent. So he walked, Lieutenant Bermbounds was downing in that meeting. So he walks over to Lieutenant Bermbounds and he asks him, wow, I never saw this guy is really beautiful. Who is he? Like, do you know anything about him? So Lieutenant Bermbounds says, Abram! You wanna know about Abram? I'll tell you about Abram. His name is Abram, I'll tell you about Abram. He said to follow the story. Amazing, amazing story. So he says, this man Abram, it's about Chuva. And his story is as follows. Abram grew up in Germany. The German guy, this boy, this man, he's a German guy, and he grew up in Germany with his mother. His mother told him that his father had died. He wasn't orphan, he grew up with his mother and they had a very good relationship. He began to study in the German college about the Holocaust, and he found the Holocaust very interesting. So we decided one day he's gonna fly to Israel. He's gonna go to this place called Yad Vashem that talks about the Holocaust. And he went to Yad Vashem and he studied it and he fell in love with Israel and he fell in love with Judaism and to make a long story short, it's very late, he ended up becoming a Gher. He went, I think he went to Orzimeach or maybe went to Eish, I'm not sure where. He became a Gher and he was very, very excited. They read him a Shadduch, a very nice girl also, a Gher. And he came to the day of the Chuppah and he invited his mother from Germany to come and she wasn't anti-Jews or anything. She came and he sat down, you know, like before the wedding, they had a couple of hours. She said, mom, you know, I'm getting married. You never talked to me about dad, about Papa. Who was he? You know, like, how'd he die? Like, what did he used to do? She goes, you know, it's your wedding day. Let's not talk about Papa. He said, no, no, no, I'm getting married. I'd like to know who my father was. She said, oh, if you really want to know the truth, Papa never died. She said, excuse me? So Papa didn't die. Oh, you're divorced? He goes, no, I'm not divorced. So where's Papa? So Papa's in prison for so long? Forever. What do you mean Papa's in prison forever? So as well, you know you're German and Papa was in the Nuremberg Trials. He was a Gestapo agent and he killed thousands and thousands of Jews. He was found guilty and he was put into prison for life. You can't imagine this Avraham who became a Jew, became a Gare because he studied what the Holocaust what the Nazis did to us to be told that day of his wedding that his father was one of those Nazis was beyond him. But it was his wedding day and he handled it and he told his mother, ma, let's forget that we ever had this discussion. I don't want to ever hear his name again. I don't want to ever hear about it. He got married, she went back to Germany. Few years later, his mother calls him. We'll call him Chaim. I don't know what his name was exactly. Maybe it was Chaim. I don't know what his name was Avraham. I'm sorry. He said Avraham? Avraham? Not cause I don't know, he's Avraham. You gotta come to Germany now. He says, why? He says, she said Papa is dying. He only has a couple of weeks left. He's dying and I think you need to make peace with him for yourself. He said ma, I am not going to meet a man who killed Jews. I am not interested, let him rot. She said, listen to me, I'm your mother. You need to make peace. You say whatever you want to say to him, you need to make peace. He said, I want condition. I want to take my two children with me. I want to show my Papa that Nazi Gestapo. I want to show him that he didn't destroy the Jewish nation. I wanted to see his Jewish grandchildren with little payas. I wanted to see that the Jews will live forever. She said, no problem. Bring your children. So he takes his two children. He goes to this German jail where his father is dying. He walks into the room. This German man is sitting there. This boy sits down. Avram sits down with his two children. And he's just looking at his father for 20 minutes. They don't say one word. All of a sudden Avram jumps up. You rattler! You killer! You disgusting excuse of human being! I have my peace. I see your face. I hope you rot in your hand them. But I have to ask you something. What did you ever do to deserve to have two grandchildren like this? You're a murderer. You're a killer. You're a cold-blooded Nazi. Why would Hashem give you two grandchildren like this? This Nazi in Mahshemai looks at his son Avram and says the following. We were, I was a Gestapo agent. Our job was to round up Jewish children and Jewish men and women and kill them. We came to a town in Poland. We went house to house. We pulled all the Jews out. All the women, all the children, all the fathers. We put them into the center of the town and we shot them all. It's my commandant who said to me, you know what? We never checked the barn behind that house. Go, check the barn. Make sure there's no one hiding there. He said, I walked into that barn, I opened the door and I saw out of my right eye that in the corner there were two sets of little eyes under a haystack and I knew right away I could see was a little girl and a little boy and I don't know why to this day. I turned around and I closed the door and I walked away. If you want to know why I have two grandchildren like this, it's because I saved two Jewish children. I could have had them both killed and I don't know why I didn't. That's the story. If a Nazi murderer with Jewish blood on his hand, his reward is to have two beautiful Jewish grandchildren and a son that's Jewish because he saved two Jewish children. Alachas Kamalakama surely ladies. The reward for a Jewish person who saved Hashem's children. Take it on yourself this year. You don't have money, you can't support organizations that help bring Jewish children back to Hashem. Give your time. It doesn't have to be an organization, it's your cousins that aren't religious. It's your friends, it's your aunts, it's your uncles. Look into your own family. Bring two sets of eyes back to Hashem. Two little children, the reward, the reward for this Nazi was to have grandchildren like this. Imagine the reward for your children and grandchildren. Take on yourself, not only to fix your base, Hamidash, but to help others. Tonight's Eichel, we end. Hashiveinu, we say Hashem, return to us. And we'll return to you. But God, you gotta take the first step. In every single person's life, if you think back to some point when you needed him, he took the first step. You just have to focus on it. And if you realize he took the first step, you gotta take the next step. And if you take the next step, Hashem will take the next step, and then you'll take the next step. And all of a sudden, like the cruvim, as it says, even when the race of leaders was burning, they were intertwined with each other. Just take that step. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by stories2inspire.org It's a crazy story. A guy comes to me, he gives me an enormous check. I don't even know it. I did have one of his sons at one time did come to my shear. He gives me an enormous check and he says, this is for tzedakah. That's what he told me. This is for tzedakah. So I said to him, it's wonderful. And usually when a person gives you a big check and they want you to give it to tzedakah, you don't start asking him why it's a question. Why are you giving it? What are you giving it for? So I didn't say a word to him. As he's leaving, I had to say something. I said, I want to thank you. It's a magnanimous check. It's unbelievable. Is there any special occasion? He said, no. I will tell you, I have a daughter that needs to get married. So I went to shadhanim. I went to matchmakers and I went here and I went there and it didn't go so much. However, I read that Hashem is a mizadek zivugim. That Hashem is the one that puts a match together. So you know what I decided? I'm going to pay the shadhan right now in advance. I'm giving this money to the shadhan for tzedakah, wherever you're going to choose. Hashem, you have my money. It's yours. I've paid you in advance. There's no way I can take it back from you. You have to make a shidul for my daughter. He welled up with tears. He left the house. He didn't close the door. He just walked out. He was too emotional. He walked out of the house and he left. Luckily, I had the address of the yid on the cheque. I hurried to give it such a cheque. I hurried to distribute it that day to some very special, special causes. The interesting thing is I took his number. I called him a few weeks later and I wanted to thank him. I sent him a letter, but not yet. He said, good, I want to keep in touch with you. Norava ayon, 40 days, 40 days. 40 days, you say what? Anybody? Of course, right? We know that's the gulot, right? You wear the ring, you do this, you turn around. You see the candle in the middle of the night, council, in the middle of the night, you wake up, you take a look in the mirror with the candle, you see everything. Biggest school in the world, Emuna. 40 days, somebody comes here from Europe. The individual was only here for two days, unbelievable. They stayed in his neighborhood. He met the person in the morning minion. The person came over and said, I heard that you have a daughter and there's this person staying with me right now from Europe. Maybe they would like to go out. He's only here for two days. He's trying to cram it in, you know? Okay, you know what I mean, right? He says, okay, nothing else doing in town. They went out. The guy was so overwhelmed that he canceled his trip back. The girl who Hashem was her shatran was engaged. The father called me up. Did he give enough money, shatranut? I said, what's your question? He gave a beautiful check. He said, if you give a regular person money, so that's one thing. So whatever the cost is, the cost is. But Boreolam, that's a pretty high class shatran. Maybe I owe more money. I said, I think it's adequate. I think Boreolam is happy. Why? Because the Jew has such Emuna, such faith. It is unreal. You've just enjoyed this story. Come again, bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org About a year ago, there were two couples. One couple didn't have children for eight years. Another couple didn't have children for 17 years. And there was a Rabbi in our community that told them that if you pay the tuition for a child, then that is a segulah to bring you a child. And both couples did it. They paid for a child, a child in Israel, one of the grandfathers told me. He said, my son paid for some child in Ben-Abraq to go to Yeshiva. And both of those couples made a brisk last week. The one that was married for eight years and the one that was married for 17, both had a child a year later. When my daughters were single, they did she and I in 40 days. My first daughter that did it, she got engaged on the 40th day. My second daughter that did it, we got the call for her chatan on the 40th day. I believe in segulot also. But more than anything, we believe in halacha. Here we have a mitzvah that the Gemara says clearly. If someone says, Shnayim makraa ve'achar tagum, kola mashliim parshiotah ve matzibur, if someone finishes the Shnayim makraa with the tzibur, ma'arichim yolo yamabu shnotav, he gets long life. That you have something that is a straight up mitzvah and also comes with a straight up habtacha. It's a mitzvah that comes with a promise. Now let me share with you a story. The man's son told me the story this morning. There's a man, his name was Charlie. Charlie, when he was 18, started doing Shnayim makraa ve'achar tagum. And I heard that Shemad is rabayot amir hacham. Simple man. Started doing Shnayim makraa ve'achar tagum. He lived in Syria. He then moved to Israel. Terrorists captured him and he was taken as one of the first hostages to be traded in for terrorists. He was taken as a captive and he was dropped to literally the bottom of an empty well on a Wednesday. They gave him a little bit of bread each day, a drop of water that he actually used when it he lay a dime and he stood there dying. It was Friday afternoon and Charlie called out to Hashem. He said, Hashem, you made a promise. You made a promise that any person that reached Shnayim makraa ve'achar tagum are he came, no, he amowed Shnotav. He gets long life. I'm sitting here in the bottom of an empty well and I'm dying and I'm not gonna have a chance to stay Shnayim makraa this week. It's Friday. The son told me within an hour he was saved. Within an hour he was taken out of the, out of the board, he was taken out of this hall. Charlie lives in America today, he's 84 years old. Still hasn't missed Shnayim makraa ve'achar tagum every single week. We live by halacha, we live by what's clear, open in Shah's Babli and what's clearly in halacha is this is an obligation that also comes with a promise. So how is it possible that there are people that still don't do it? Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend, storiestoinspire.org.

I just want to share with you a story that was brought down from Rabbi David Asher and we're doing this for stories to inspire, just another story to be inspired by. So Givera Kohn is what we're going to call her, obviously this is not really her name. Givera Kohn was a poor widow who lived in a lot with no real source of income. She had several children and she struggled to raise them on her own. Very hard, very difficult. It's already difficult for the regular people, regular marriages, they both have jobs difficult. Anyways, one day when her suffering became too much to bear, she traveled to the home of Chacham of Wadiah Yosef and there she was greeted by the roughs Ghabi and she begged and begs, please, I am a broken, spirited person, downtrodden, I need to speak to the rough for a moment. I really need to get in. I don't know what the line is, I need to get in. So the Ghabi brought her in and soon she found herself standing in front of her Wadiah Yosef. She tried to open up her mouth to speak but she couldn't. She was overwhelmed. A lot of times it happens. You get to the other guy, you have a whole plan what to say and you burst out crying and she's crying and crying and while she was crying she found kuech to just pour out her troubles describing the hardship that she faced, specifically Parnosa to make ends meet. I have children. It's just, it's impossible. It's really impossible. I need help. And she said, I did not come for a bracha. I'm not here to get a bracha from you. I'm here to get money. I'm here for financial help. I can't do it anymore. This is the most pressing need and I really need your help. So the Rav listened intently and she said, maybe you could speak to somebody on my behalf. I just can't walk out of here without money. I can't. He said, don't worry and I'm going to help you out personally. Don't worry. And he filled up an envelope with money and right away the woman come down. She was able to collect herself a little bit and Ravad Yosef said like this. He said, this is for right now. I want you to come back every single month, every month. This is one of the busiest, busiest, but I'm, thousands of people, unbelievable. And he said, I'm going to come every single month and I'm going to have an envelope. I'm going to remember you. I'm going to have an envelope for you, but don't tell anybody about this. Okay. This is private. Don't tell people that though I'm getting from Ravad Yosef. One month later, she came back and the money came and it was a tremendous relief for her. And again, she felt like she was back into it. She's a mother and you know, still there's things going on. It's a sad life, a widow, but at least she was like she felt like she was accomplishing. She had the Parnasa and she was going on this one on for how many years? Not for one year, not for two years, what do I say, for seven years, seven years every month he made sure to give her that envelope every month. And then the unthinkable happened and Ravad Yosef was Nifter. Now the Ravad's passing when he was Nifter was tragic for the entire Klayashal. He was one of the Gidele Hadar holding up the foundations of the world, right? Remember when Agadil is alive, his Tayyar everything's whole, it holds up the world. So when the Nifter literally there are pillars that are holding up the world to go away and the whole world was affected, the whole world was affected. Gada Ladar, however, for her it was like the impact was not to be believed like, okay, now what? I have no other way to provide it's not like I was working on myself these years and that's what my support was. Now I don't know what it's going to be. And for a short while, her family again lived on the very, very basics and eventually it was impossible. After five months, she could not do it. She boarded the bus to Shalyam and she went to his kefir and the same thing. She went there. She was about to start speaking and she couldn't speak. She burst out crying. She said, I can't. I can't do it. Three hours, three hours. She cried and dove in there. She finished the entire safer to home. Finally, she took a bus back home, drained, exhausted, just unbelievable. She gets home and she collapses, falls into a deep sleep. In her dream, Abavad Yosef comes and he says, stop crying. In a dream, Rabbi say, after he was nifter, stop crying. He said very gently. He said, don't worry, I'm going to continue helping you. I will continue helping you after my passing. Just like I did when I was alive. OK, on Thursday, this Thursday, there's going to be a brismila. It's in a dream. True story. This Thursday at 1 p.m. in base Israel, some hold is going to be a brismila. You're going to find a man whose name is Shalom. You're going to go over to him and you're going to tell him I sent you. Abavad Yosef sent me to you. She woke up a little bit scared. Like, was that Nauvoo? What in the world was that? A little bit of relief. Like, now she has a mission and didn't find anybody about this. OK, Thursday arrives. She makes the way to Ushalayim and she goes to the base Israel whole before one o'clock. And now she's like, OK, she sees people coming for her brismila. She's like, OK, whoa, whoa. Like, he knew about, clearly knew about the brismila. She walks inside and she goes into the lady section and she starts asking people, like, do you know who this Shalom is? Do you know who this Shalom is? And sure enough, just like Abavad Yosef said, he was there. She walks over and she says, you're not going to believe me. But I'm telling you, everything I'm saying is the truth. And she told her story to this person the first time ever meeting him. And then I went to the kefir and I dove and then I cried and this and that. And then I went home. I collapsed and then he came to me in the dream. And he said that there's going to be a bris and I should meet somebody Shalom. So you're that Shalom. That's what I was told to tell you. When she got to the part about the bris, Shalom fainted or nearly fainted, I should say. In his younger years, Shalom used to help Abavad Yosef spread terror through the radio and the rough ones gave him a bracha that he should have a lot of pernasa. By the way, the bracha said, tell me to come and work. When I came true, he became a very wealthy man and he said, I'll be honest. I don't know anybody at this bris. I'm only here because Abavad Yosef came to me in a dream and told me to come this Thursday also and said I should wait for somebody who's going to come over to me. A widow. He became very emotional. He became very emotional. So he said, tell me how much did Shalom Abavad Yosef give you every month? So she said he gave me 4,000 shekels every month. 4,000 shekels for seven years, Abavad Yosef. He said, from now on, I'm going to give you 4,000 in a month on behalf of Abavad Yosef and 4,000 on myself. So you're going to be getting 8,000 shekels a month from now on, as long as I'm here. That's the story. True story Abavad Yosef. So what's the lesson here? There are so many lessons here. So many lessons. The first lesson is just the godless, the godless of our g'dalim. They care about everybody. They remember and they care and come back every month. Don't tell anybody. No, no, tell everybody. Tell them it was me that gave you the money. I did not. Yeah, I want everybody to know. Don't tell anybody, let me give you. I might even tell you, 4,000 shekels. You also see something else. That after somebody's nifter, they could still help. I got the shbach who gave you an opportunity to do a mitzvah. I got the shbach who gave Abavad Yosef this opportunity and he did it. So I got the shbach who allows even after that it continues. You never know how far things go when you do certain things. You never know how far things go. I'm sure there are many other lessons here, but I don't want to spoil it for you. Listen to the story and think about it yourself. What does the story tell you about our g'dalim? About our nation,

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. The Lumji Yeshiva in 1929 had 400 students and they had minimal funding and the funding got in 1929 much worse for a few reasons. First of all there was a massacre in the Khebron Yeshiva in Israel so a lot of funding was going that way. Also 1929 was the stock market crashed and the Great Depression began. So almost all U.S. funding had stopped. The Yeshiva was serving at that time to its students, 400 students, just one meal a day. He ate no breakfast, maybe it's only lunch. He ate lunch and that's it and that's how you survive for the day. One night there was Yeshiva in the Mashiach of the Yeshiva, the two top positions in Yeshiva. We were talking to each other and they said all we have left is bread and water. Enough for breakfast. And after that we have nothing and we don't have a dollar in the account. We have nothing. So they're having a conversation, they said we have the tomorrow morning, serve the students breakfast and then get up and make an announcement that we are going to close the Yeshiva. We have no choice. There's no food. There's not a dollar left. The next day they pray Shacharit. They give out their breakfast, bread and water. And now the Yeshiva looks at the Mashiach says you get up this week. The Yeshiva tells the Yeshiva, no you say it. Both of them are like we're going to announce we're closing Yeshiva's been around for decades we're going to close the Yeshiva. We can't do it but we have to do it. We have no food but we can't do it but we have no food but we can't do it. So finally they said to each other you know let's go to the business office and let's just see if there's any meal and maybe someone sent ten dollars or twenty dollars in 1929, ten dollars could get you to the next day and at least we'll survive another day. So they did that. They went to the business office. They looked at all the mail. They went to every envelope, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. And then they opened up an envelope and it has inside a check for a thousand dollars. With that thousand dollar check the Yeshiva stayed open all the way until World War II then a branch opened in Israel, hundreds and hundreds of the greats of the next generation were produced because of that thousand dollar check. Where to come from? It came from a person in the United States of America. Who in the United States is sending a check for a thousand dollars? They did research and here's who it was. There's a man who lived in America and I hope you'll recognize the name. He lived in America. His name was Ryako Joseph Herman from the book All For The Boss. All For The Boss. And he had a fur business. When the stock market collapsed, his fur business went bankrupt. He was left with $1,300. He took the $1,300, wrote out a thousand dollar check to the Lomge Yeshiva. He wrote a $250 check to start Yeshiva, an M.T.J., Mesipta Tver Yushalayim, which led to... Mesipta Tver Yushalayim says, Yeshiva, which led to the Yeshiva, I went to. So I owe that check. And then he took the last $50 and made the first candlelighting calendar in America. He took the last dollars and used it to build the future of the Jewish people. Now a lot of people give $1,300, I'm not sure about then, but today a lot of people give $1,300. But when it's just $1,300 because everyone else is giving, I'll give $1,800, you're giving $1,200, I'll also give $1,800, it's a nice thing to do. But it has the status of Hevel's Korban. But when something is done with a fire inside, with a toil inside, with a work inside, the action is so much more elevated, so much holier, and so much greater.

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. How are you about my own family? So my grandparents came towards the end of the Holocaust. They ran away from Holland, actually, and they lived on the West Side. At that time, the West Side had a lot of, it was very poor. It wasn't what it is today, 98th Street in West End. It wasn't what it is today. They lived on Broadway. There were a lot of tendons there, and there were a lot of street people, Jewish street people that used to sleep on Broadway. Broadway had benches. So Broadway was the only street that West End didn't have, and all the other streets didn't have. That Broadway had benches. So they used to sleep on those benches. I can tell you I was a little child, and we used to go for Chavez to my grandparents. I could not fit in their dining room. I used to eat in the kitchen. It stunk from urine and filth. It was so bad that these street people that my grandparents used to have them there for the meals, I gagged. We could not eat in the same room. So their grandchildren ate in the kitchen, and the poor people ate in the dining room with my grandparents. And I watched that as I was growing up, and pay stock by the Seder, and it was, and then they had some crazy people who used to sit there. There was one guy who, he was never a Jewish guy that wasn't so normal, and he said he worked for the FBI, and he told us all kinds of stories. And we talked a little bit, believed him, but we found out much later that the whole life, like, yeah, but that's what I saw by my grandparents. That's how my father was brought up. So I want to tell you the effect, the effect. So one day my father comes home and months in, my father Oliver Shull, he's a resting guy then. So he comes home on a Sunday morning, and he walks into the house, and he's got this poor guy, also smelly, everything's ripped, yellow, and like he didn't take a shower, and I don't know how long, his name was Mr. Goldstein Oliver Shull. And I was already now a little bit of a teenager, and I was like, whoa. And he came for breakfast, very long story short, a few years, a few years, my father picked him up on the east side every Friday, and he was in my house for Shabbos. And he was not a clean person. His house, his broken apartment, right, was, it was on the floor, was all like newspaper that was wracked and wrote you, ugh. He didn't pay any rent, it was a cold tenement, my father took every Shabbos, he was in my house, every Shabbos, we took him to Shull, and my mother fed him, and there was no way in my father that he wasn't brought up by his parents like that, you would bring this man into your house, you would pay him to go somewhere else. Anyway, would you have to hear this? My mother, one day, walks into his room to clean up whatever it is. He went to my father's Shull, and the Wolf Street Journal was open, and there were stocks that were circled. And my mother's like, this guy's not poor, this guy's not poor. A poor guy who lives in a tenement doesn't read the Wolf Street Journal. So she tells my father, this guy's not poor. And my father says, he may be, he may not, but as far as in his brain, he may be sick. But look at him, he's very poor, he lives very poor, he's freezing, he has no food wherever he's at. It didn't make a difference to my father. One Iota that he had the Wolf Street Journal. Anyway, to make a long story short, one day he wasn't home on Friday when he went to pick him up. To make a long story short, the New York Times came out on Sunday that there was a Goldstein that lived in this apartment that passed away and had three and a half million dollars in stock certificates in his apartment. It was him. She was a multi-millionaire who was extremely sick. And I thought my father would feel like the guy beat us, you know? All these years, picking it up, feeding him, giving him food, trying to buy and fold whatever it was, the guy beat us. The guy was a millionaire and of course his far away cousin got the money, whatever it was, right? And we took care of him in his far away, that didn't matter. He's in Granada, my father. It didn't bother him, an Iota. Because at the end of the day, even though we had that money, he was sick in his head. As far as I know, he was poor. Okay. I started teaching 36 years ago in his shiva called Tora Moon in the Bronx. Tora Moon in the Bronx at that time in the Bronx. The Bronx was burnt out buildings. Everything was totally vacated. This is shiva shrunk from the Bronx in the old days. It was literally a shiva had a couple of Jewish kids in it. These Jewish kids lived in such poverty. I never saw such poverty. Really. The Imams were torn clothing. They came to the shiva. They used to buy them things. Those were my first, I was 20 years old. First started teaching. This was my first year in teaching. Okay. I'm all excited. I'm just married, right? I'm trying to live in Muncie. These kids are in the Bronx. I'm like, Ta, can I bring four kids for Shabbos? My father loved kids. Yes. Bring them. All right. I go pick them up. Momish, rat-infested apartment buildings. No. The same thing that that man used to live in. Very, very poor kids. Okay. Come to my house for Shabbos. They're sitting there like they never saw a silver. They never saw a dish like that. I mean, everything that they were eating was like, wow, I never had this. I never had this. And we were having such a good time with them. And once in Shabbos, I'm going to take them bowling. I'm going to go for pizza. You know, I just started teaching. I'm very excited. Fine. So I take them out for bowling and we go for pizza. I come home. My mother says, come upstairs. We need to talk to you. Okay. I go upstairs. My mother says to me, while you were bowling, I went downstairs to the room where the kids were. Everything was flying all over the place. My parents are yuckers. So my mother liked things a little bit neater. And she said, so I folded their clothing. It's my mother. I folded their clothing. To put it back in their suitcases. I opened up their suitcase. And all my jewelry was in their suitcase. And half are silver. One boy said he was sick. He talked and said he was sick. And when we all went to Shul, my mother goes to Shul. We all went to Shul Shabbos morning. For those three hours, he went through the house to all my mother's jewelry, hook silver, and was going to steal it. So I was like, I'm taking these kids home. Now I was like beyond myself. My father was like, don't say one word to them. I'm like, what do you mean? I got nothing. Okay. Now, you know, I was just here. I didn't say anything to them. Father said, when the boy opens his suitcase, he's going to see the jewelry is gone. He's going to see the silver is gone. He's going to know we caught him. He knows we caught him. You don't need to embarrass him anymore. It's my first lesson in real chinnach. What are you going to scream at him? He knows. Maybe open the suitcase. Like they caught me. And all I stole. So really, now you're going to embarrass him on top of that? He knows about it. It's crazy. That's Superman. That's not normal. Right? Okay. That's not normal. Fine. My mother was a little bit more upset than my father. Right? Fine. He calls me in Flatbush like Wednesday. He goes, so you're bringing the boys for Shabbos again? I'm like, dad. He says, no worries. Me and mommy will hide everything. Where does that come from? These kids came to your house. They stole everything that you have. They have no appreciation. They wanted to take all your jewelry. Came into your house. They went to your bedroom. Went to your closets. They went to your drawers. Right? They went to all your stuff. They went through your stuff and they stole it. Okay. Just bring him back next time. Make sure we hide everything. Where did my father get that from? The answer is from his parents. He got that from his parents. He got that from the extra setting at the table. When you broug

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. I had a good friend who knows a Lubavitcher rabbi out from Short Hills, New Jersey. This Lubavitcher rabbi, he came to a community that nobody there was religious. A lot of Jews, but nobody religious. So he started working within the community and he started little by little to join some of the men in the community. Many of them were Russians and he started to work with them and one particular boy was very successful with and he made him religious, Shomer Shabbat, Shomer Toramitsvot. Matter of fact, not only did he make this Russian guy religious, but the rabbi's wife from Short Hills, she was working with the ladies in the community, she actually made a Russian young lady religious as well. And you know where this is going. So the rabbi has this wonderful now Baltish-Shuva religious Russian guy and she has this wonderful young lady that just became religious as well. So they made the Shidug, they put them together and in no time the two of them were engaged. Wow. This was going to be a wedding that Short Hills, New Jersey was never going to forget. But the rabbi knew that when someone becomes religious and a little closer to Hashem, a lot of times some of the steps to get to where you want to go forces a person to take on a new set of friends to find himself in a group and circles of guys and people that are better of an influence than once upon a time. So now here's a guy that just became religious. So a lot of his old friends, most of them weren't even Jewish. Well, that's not the crowds he's hanging out with. So who's going to be by this wedding? What is it going to be one of those dud weddings that you just have Khatan, Kala and three people for Edim and what? So the rabbi was very concerned. He made it his mission that at this wedding he's going to get everybody in Short Hills that he knows to show up and to dance. And boy is this going to be a love of the wedding. And that's exactly what the rabbi did. Amazingly so. Came the big night. The rabbi taught the laws to the Khatan. The rabbi's the rebels and taught everything she needed to know for the wedding to Kala. And that night Khatan and Kala stands under the canopy together and they get married that night and they break the glass and the music begins. And sure enough, here he is, the DJ. See, once upon a time we had bands, but forget about it. The DJ stands up on the mic presenting for the very first time. Mr. and Mrs. And they start. Khatan and Kala comes running in. The place goes crazy. The music is blaring. And you know what the rabbi did? The rabbi starts running around to all the people sitting on the tables and chairs. And he starts to come on guys, everybody up, everybody up. Dance, dance. And he's getting everybody on their feet to dance with Khatan and Kala. Like this will be a really exciting love of the wedding. And the rabbi was successful. He got everybody sitting to stand, jump in the circle and dance. No matter old or young it didn't make it. Everyone's in that circle except for one old man. There's one old man sitting on a chair. Rabbi ruts up. Hey, come on, get into the circle. He says, no, no, no, no rabbi. I can't. What do you mean? Come on, you're not that old. Come on, get into the circle. We've got to really be Mr. and Mrs. Khatan. He doesn't have a lot of friends. We want to make this wedding really lovely. Come on, get into the circle. No, no rabbi, I can't. He says, why not? I can't stand up. Are you okay? He says, I'm okay. I just can't stand. Why not? Rabbi, I had my Brit Mila this morning. The Rabbi said, well, what'd you say, Willis? No, he said, what'd you say? What'd you talk about? You said, what? I had my Brit Mila this morning. This man looked about in his 90s. Rabbi says, you had your Brit Mila this morning? But you look like you're in your 90s. He says, yes, I am. I'm 92. You had your Brit Mila this morning? He says, I had my Brit Mila this morning. The Rabbi says, come on, are you joking? He says, I'm not joking. That's not something I joke about. I had my Brit Mila this morning. The Rabbi from Short Hills, he looks at the old man. He says, come on. Tell me the real story. He says, I'll tell you. I'm the grandfather of the Khatan and my grandson came to me a few weeks ago. And this boy to me is everything. This boy to me is my son. This boy to me is the gem. This boy to me is the prince of our family. And he's my favorite. I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but he's my favorite. And when he came to me and he told me, hey, granddaddy, I'm getting married in a few weeks. But please don't take this the wrong way. I just learned what a chupa is. I just found out the stand under chupa is the stand under the sheikhina itself. I just found out that when I stand under that canopy with me and my wife, it's literally like Hashem's presence is there. And it's as if he's putting his arms around Khatan and Kala and he's giving them a moment that they can ask for everything they want. And when Khatan and Kala asks for under the chupa, car blonde, Shamaim answers. That's why they pray for people. What a holy moment. And therefore, grandpa, don't take this the wrong way. But if it's such a holy place to chupa, I can't have you stand under the chupa with me. Because you never had a Britmila. I could only have people who are fully in the religion of Judaism to stand under the chupa with me. You can't be there. Grandfather says to grandson, why do you know how I was cherishing this moment? I have to be there. You're my everything. The grandson says, I'm sorry. You don't have a Britmila. Grandfather looks at grandson in the eye and says, I'm going to give you the greatest wedding present that any grandfather has given to a grandson. The morning of your wedding, I'm going to have a Britmila at the age of 92. And that morning, and now we're going to go easy on the graphics, but that morning, the grandfather shows up at school to have a moheil. They had a sundoc. I'm not joking with you. He sat on the sundoc's lap. I mean it. They had a regular Britmila for this 92-year-old man. Do you know the pain? But he turns to the rabbi of Shorthill's rabbi. You saw that this evening by the chupa when my grandson stood under the canopy and got married, they helped me up the steps. They carried me under, but I stood with him. And I stood with my grandson. In that moment of Kedusha, I stood with him. The rabbi from Shorthill's was blown away. He says, I cannot believe you did that for your grandson. I cannot believe that a 92-year-old Russian man would get a Britmila just to stand under the chupa with his grandson. I have no words. But now I understand. You must be crazy in amount to pain. He says, I am. I really am. And that's why I can't get up and dance. I wish I can get up and dance. The rabbi was so moved that the rabbi says, listen, I want to give you something. I want to give you something for reflash, Shalima. The rabbi says, you know, many years ago, when I was a young boy, so he told over that he was vital about the rabbi. And if the rabbi would speak, they would make this big circle. And everybody would come around. The rabbi would give them a dollar bill and he would tell the one guy you would tell him, pardon us, one guy you would tell him, reflash, Shalima. He says, one time when I came to the rabbi, he handed me a dollar bill and he said for reflash. So I took the dollar bill and I put it in envelope. And I still have it now 20-some odd years later. But now I'm looking at you. I think you need the reflash more than I do. He pulls out the envelope and he hands it to the old man and he rips it open. And the old man pulls out the dollar bill and his hands start shaking. And he says, this is from the Lubabitra. He said, yeah, the old man starts crying, but such a crying guys. The rabbi says, wait, wait, wait. Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong? I just gave you the dollar from the rabbi. H

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org The story is about a man named Joseph Yosef Kabiliv Yosef Kabiliv served as a soldier in the Israeli army One day, in the early 1970s, he's patrolling the Golan Heights The Golan Heights, Ramata Golan, Israel took back from Syria in 1967 during the Six-Day War Israel liberated Jerusalem, many other territories including the Golan Heights in the north of Ertzistral which was under Syrian control Until today, there are many beautiful Jewish cities Settlements, Yeshuvim and cities in the Golan I've been there many times and this soldier, Yosef Kabiliv was patrolling And unfortunately, his jeep went on to a mine It exploded, he was hospitalized This was around the time of the Mkippur War This Yosef was wounded badly, taken to the hospital And when he woke up one morning in his hospital bed It was the Ram Bam Hospital in the city of Haifa He remembered nothing of the circumstances that brought him into the hospital All he felt was excruciating pain in his legs But the discovery that followed was far more horrendous, horrendous than the pain He lifted up his sheet And he realized that both of his legs had been amputated The right leg at the knee and the left one at the mid thigh What happened? He was serving in the army, went on to the mine His legs were so crushed as a result of the explosion The doctors tragically had no alternative And in order to save his life, had to amputate the legs The period that followed was terribly devastating He made it home, but he could not move He could not function as an ordinary person His parents were broken His mother would cry all day His father was just silent The friends that came to visit him didn't know what to tell him So they came, they sat, they looked in all directions You know when you're uncomfortable with somebody They looked in all directions, but they couldn't look him in the eyes And at the first opportunity they had, they stood up and they said goodbye and they left He felt a lot of anger, not just because of his situation But anger towards the country That the country that he sacrificed his life for Could not help him during this time when he needed so much help His own family, his own friends, his own country Could not do anything for him emotionally His life became a bitter, cynical, and negative experience A few years later, it was the summer of Toshenlametvov 1976 A group of wounded soldiers of Tzahal came for a visit here to America The army sponsored a fun tour for them And one of them, one of the people organizing the tour suggested That as they come to New York, one of the places they should come visit is right here, this shul And in the summer, the month of Toshenlametvov, around 150 wounded soldiers in wheelchairs Came down here downstairs in 770, they closed up the shul And the wheelchairs lined up the whole that side of the shul And the rabbi came down to greet them and to speak to them The rabbi sat up there on the stage, the wheelchairs were set up The rabbi spoke to them in Hebrew And one of the things the rabbi said then was that by a Jew, the gulf, the body is very, very important But the gulf is always an extension of the neshama The most important thing you have to know is that you have a soul And the body is here to help and serve the neshama, the soul So the body is here for the soul, the soul is not here for the body And therefore, even when the body has limitations, and their bodies, of course, were badly wounded You have to know that the soul is as powerful as ever And therefore the limitations of the body cannot stop you from fulfilling what you are capable of fulfilling in this world And to the contrary, because you're missing some possibilities in your body It means that Hashem has given you a lot extra in your neshama to compensate for the challenges you have in your body And therefore He says, as a good Jew, we mix into other people's business I'm sure some of your friends tell you sometimes, don't mix into my business So the rabbi said, I'm a good Jew, I'm going to mix into your business The name that Israel gives these soldiers is, you know the name in Hebrew? Nachei tsahal, nachei means the invalids People that have physical limitations, they can't walk, they're missing limbs, they're wounded, they're in wheelchairs They're called nechei tsahal, the invalids of tsahal tzva haganali Israel He said, I suggest changing the name, you're not invalids of tsahal The name has to be mitzuyanei tsahal, mitzuyanei tsahal means the exceptional of tsahal It's not just to make you feel good, you know we're going to be nice, you're great But it's true, because as we said, if you're missing something in the body It means that you were given special powers in your soul, in your ruchneis, in your spiritual essence Far greater than any other ordinary person who is fully healthy in their body And therefore it's a very real name, mitzuyanei tsahal He spoke more and then he said, I want to ask you permission To go over to each of you, I give you a dollar to give for tsadaka And when the Rabbi finished the sitha, usually people came up to the Rabbi to receive a dollar Here he came down the steps and in a very special moment he walked over to every single wheelchair And he looked every soldier in the eyes and he gave him a dollar to give for tsadaka And he said something to every single one Initially people thought he said the same thing to everybody But later we found out that he said something different to everyone One of the soldiers sitting there was whom? Our friend Joysif Joysif was obviously wheelchair bound Bitter, angry, upset, cynical, already a long time as I described above And then the Rabbi came over to him And the Rabbi shook hands with every one of the soldiers And the Rabbi took the hands of Joysif and he placed them in his own holy palms And he held it tightly and warmly He looked them in the eyes and said two words What were the two words? The two words were thank you, thank you Or as we say in Hebrew, todah, todah rabah Thank you very much This was a thank you for what he did for the Jewish people It was a thank you for the sacrifice he made for Eretz Yisrael and for Am Yisrael And Joysif said that's what I was waiting for I was waiting for somebody to look me in the eyes and just say thank you Thank you for what you have given Thank you for your sacrifice He shared the story a few years ago He said that thank you took me back home to Israel and gave me a new lease on life He's now a very successful real estate developer And every morning when I wake up he says And I take a look at my body and sometimes I feel that my life is over My life is lost I'm incapable of doing what a regular person should be able to do I remember the gaze and I remember the thank you And that gives me a new vitality, a new chai, a new inspiration to move on Enjoyed this story? Come again Bring a friend storiestoinspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org I want to share with you a remarkable story that a grandfather who passed away a few years ago, not many, used to say over this story twice a year, on Purim and on Pesach. You said, when I was 10 years old, the grandfather said, when I was 10 years old, the Second World War broke out. I'm not that old. I separated from my parents, my four brothers and two sisters. But before I was torn away from my father, he said to me, Naftali, remember Hakkotish Baruch. He can save you anywhere and in any situation. Always remember the Pasek, loy ira ra, kiata imati. What does that Pasek mean? And though I walk iron silverberg in the valley of death, I will fear no evil because you are with me. A few minutes later, I was torn from his hands. Immediately, I began to connect to Davani. Through my tears, I begged Hashem to let me live. They loaded me together with other Jews onto a cattle car. I was the only child in that car. The crowding was suffocating. I asked Hashem to grant me space so that I would not be crushed. Suddenly, the man beside me extended his leg and another on the opposite side shifted his arm, creating a small pocket of space around me. I thanked Hashem and continued to plead for his help. After a long journey, we were taken down for selection. Those fit for labor were sent to the right. The elderly and the children were sent to the left, to their death. I understood clearly by every natural measure, I belonged on the left. I had no chance to be on the right. I began to cry to Hashem with bitter tears on the line, asking him to grant me gift life as a gift. When my turn came, the Nazi in charge decided to light a cigarette. That's granted me. I knew that Akadish Baruch was hearing my Tvila and granting me another few moments to continue Daveney and I begged him to save my life and not send me to the left. As the Nazi paced back and forth, smoking, he suddenly slipped in the mud and struck his head. Yet what angered him most was not the fall itself, but the humiliation of having fallen before the Jews and the fact that his uniform was now dirty. He cursed furiously, stormed away into his quarters to clean himself up. For a brief moment, no guard was watching us. Suddenly a local resident came running toward me and he said, child, I want to save your life. Come with me. At first I was afraid to flee, terrified that I would be caught and killed. Then I thought if I remain here, there is no natural chance that I will live. If I go to this man, at least there is a possibility. I went with him. He led me to a shed filled with straw used for animal feed and told me to wait there quietly until he returned. I remained there the entire day, in the bitter cold, hungry and parched. During those hours I heard the cries and groans of tortured Jews. I wept with them and begged Hashem to save me and save them. I promised that if he speared me I would be a Eurasium and I would be faithful to him. Late that night the shed door opened. The same man stood there, dressed in a Nazi uniform. He quickly reassured me to not be afraid. These clothes are only in disguise. He asked if he could tell me something. He said, my name is Alex. My mother is Jewish and my father is German. The Nazis have not yet discovered my mother's identity. But I know they eventually will and I am certain that then they will kill me. According to the Torah I am Jewish because my mother is Jewish. I fear my judgment in heaven when the Creator sees that I live my life as a non-Jew and I fear for promised Hashem that I would save one Jew from the Nazis who would then fulfill his will and that he would be my merit before Hashem. He looked at me and asked me, child, if I save you will you keep all the mitzvahs? I told him I certainly would and I described to him how I had prayed to Hashem to save me and how I had promised to be a God fearing Jew. In that case he said, get into my way. I will take you to Switzerland and you are going to be safe there. He drove with him a horse and wagon resembling those used by the Nazis. So as not to arouse suspicion, I climbed the board quickly. He concealed me carefully and provided me with bread, vegetables and water. I ate and thanked Hashem with all my heart and I thanked him as well. He drove me through the night until we arrived at the border. As we were about to part he gave me money, fake papers to continue on my journey and said, Naftali, remain a kosher Jew so that I will have a schuz in heaven. Alex, what about you? Where are you going? I'm returning home. I have a wife and children, he said. But you return it to be killed. Why would you go back for? I cannot abandon my family, he said. Is your wife Jewish highest? No, unfortunately not. Then come with me, save your life and leave your non-Jewish wife. He paused and he said, I never consider taking such a step. I have an apartment here. I have some wealth. But if you're going to be killed, what's it all worth? Come and save yourself. And he said, you are speaking wisely. And he paced back and forth, torn by the decision. And finally he said, I will flee with you. With Hashem's help, we eventually reached America after a long and exhausting journey. Then he entrusted me to Rabbanem of the community and parted the way for me. They found the family to raise me and enrolled me in a Talmud type. Years passed by. At the age of 31, I had still not married a Shirek. One day I was introduced to a young woman from a family of Baal-e-Chufa. As the Shirek progressed favorably, her father requested to meet me. When they met, he introduced himself as Eliezer. And he asked my name. I told him my name is Naftali. And that I had been saved during the war by a man named Alex. He jumped out of his chair in astonishment and said, is that really you, Naftali? I couldn't understand his excitement. Yes, I said, how do you know me? He said, my name is Alex. After placing me with Rabbanem in the community, he had moved to another city in America and studied Tyra under one of the great Hasidic leaders. He had done complete Chufa and changed his name to Eliezer, acknowledging that Hashem had been his help, saving him from death and enabling him to save me as well. He later married a righteous woman. The young lady suggested to me was his eldest daughter. The feeling was overwhelming. I had merited to become the son-of-law of the man who saved my life. My grandfather would tell this story twice a year and he would say, see how great the power of Tfilah and Hashem is. I dabbled. I didn't give up. And these are the results. See how great the power of Chesed is. When my father-law, Eliezer, performed this Chesed for me, it benefited him as well in his spiritual and his physical life. This is what Amun is. Living with the presence of Hashem at all times and at all places.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. We begin as always with a beautiful story that I heard this week from a Rav Vais in Williamsburg. And he said the following beautiful Maissa. He knows a particular Yidd. Yidd shared the story with him just recently. This Yidd is a Balabos. He's an Arlocha person and he makes a Parnasa, a decent Parnasa. He's an average fellow and usually the Parnasa that he makes each month is adequate to support him and his family to make ends meet. This year before Tsukas, he literally didn't have money to make Yantif. They had summer expenses in Shoshana and now he needed to pay for Yantif. He needed a little venestering. He needed clothing for his kids, food, and a number of other things in order to make it through Yantif. He sat down to crunch the numbers and he understood that he needs $5,000 to be able to make it through Yantif because of it respectfully. He had absolutely nowhere in the world to get those $5,000 from. He couldn't call upon his family. He didn't want to borrow from the Kamakh. He was too embarrassed. His credit card didn't have the nut. It was crazy. He had nowhere to get that $5,000. He had no way to buy food for Yantif, which by the way just gives us a moment to pause. We think about the people that need Siddhaka and he'd help always the poor people. He's not a poor guy, but life is very expensive and if a person doesn't have a cushion which so many families don't have, it's super stressful whenever there's any type of expenditure. A guy's car breaks down. There's water heater. It's sometimes a difference between being able to have a house and not have a house to have water, to have transportation, just something to think about. His mommers didn't know what to do. It got to a point where he was desperate. His wife's saying, I need to go buy groceries and she has no money to buy it. If I don't buy clothing for the kids now, then I'm not going to be able to buy it before Yantif. I want to have clothing for Yantif. His mommers didn't know what to do. He found himself a quiet spot and he had a conversation with the rebundish sum and he said, Todd and Hemel, our father in heaven, tell me what I should do here. I have absolutely no one to rely upon. I want to make a beautiful sukkahs, the Yantif that you gave us. I want my children to be dressed like a Yantif, the beautiful sukkahs, this Masim Qasainu, that you gifted us. Tell me what I should do. I want you to know something. I have no one to turn it to besides for you. Please help me. A moment of honesty, of truth, of vulnerability. That very day's phone rings. It's his boss. His boss says to him, I want you to know something, appreciate what you do for the company. I want to give you a bonus to help you make Yantif. The boss never, ever did this before. He says to his boss, that's so kind of you. The boss says, I just asked the accounting department to transfer $5,000 into your account. Exactly the amount of money that he needed. He says to the boss, thank you so much. I'm so appreciated. I'm so grateful. He didn't want to tell me that it was literally the money that was going to make this thing happen. Food for Yantif and I. None, none. I'll win the boss that's telling me I want you to know something else. I have a wealthy aunt and she likes giving money and I met her the other day and she gave me $1,000 in cash. She said to me, if you know someone who you think this $1,000 could really be shined the Yantif, make the Yantif even more beautiful, you just give it to them. His boss says, I think you're the right kind of guy. I'm giving you $1,000 in cash also. Not only did he get the $5,000 that he needed to ask that for. You understand that it's only from me. I'm not satisfied with giving you what you need. Here's another $1,000. Breathe easy, have a beautiful and even more magnificent and wonderful Yantif. This story is gold because you know what happens when we're in a situation of difficulty, of challenge, an ordeal. We try to work things out, right? We're always thinking logically, okay, what could I do to help myself in this situation? Maybe I'd go to this person. But the truth is, we always don't have just a last resort, really our first resort, which is Akash Baruchu and the more person feels comfortable telling us what's on their heart, the more person feels comfortable communicating with Akash Baruchu, the more she wants to take care of them. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend storiestoinspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. Chazanish, one time traveled to Vilna. He stopped in one of the shuls. They didn't know who he is yet. So he went over to the shelf, he took a khumish. Chazanish, he wanted to sit down and learn a little bit. At that time, the Gaba who didn't know him, wasn't too big of a kachom, comes over to Chazanish. Are you a member of this shul? Chazanish, he goes, he takes the khumish out of his hand, puts it back on the shelf. Not only that, but he felt it was important to give Divre Musur to the Chazanish about what he had done. Chazanish says, I'm going to take the khumm. Chazanish said, I'm going to take the khumm. The next day, Chazanish comes into the shul. During the davening, one of the things that the Gaba does is he takes the khushka around and he collects stokka. At that moment, at that time, the Jews of Vilna were very poor, they were impoverished. So anyone could afford maybe a penny, not more. When he came over to the Chazanish, the Chazanish took 15 coins and put them in to the pushka, 15 coins. O'Sha, great gear! Oh, the Gaba looked at, who is this wealthy man? And he takes a look, it's the same person that the day before, he berated, he gave Musur to. The next day, when the Chazanish came inside the shul, the man took the nicest khummish, the newest one, ran over, Randy and Maury, here we are. That was the revenge of the Chazanish. That's the revenge of a benteurah. Only the Chazanish could teach us this. I'll finish with a maisha shahaya of the great Rabbi Kusalevsky Shlita. He gave all of Chal Yisrael an extra dose of emunun bitokhan, ezadzadik, at an advanced stage to have a little baby boy, the entire world is shaking, is shaking with simkhaz dancing in every part of the globe. But what people don't know is that many years before this, he went to the great Shalik Yisrael, Babasali, slusa yogi Nolenev al-Kobes Yisrael, and asked for a brocha, that his wife should have a baby. Babasali, Kedarko Bakodesh, gave some of the famous water, he gave him a bottle, told the Rosh Hashiva, please take this home, have your rabbits and drink it, everything will be good. Rosh Hashiva, emunus chachomim, he traveled the Tivat. He goes home, it was already late, it was night. He didn't wake up the rabbits and he put the bottle in the refrigerator, during the night there was a boche that used to stay in his house, a hois boche, the boche was very thirsty. His refrigerator sees a nice bottle of water, takes the bottle and finishes every last drop. The Rosh Hashiva in the morning realizes what happened, in all the years, never said one word, never breathed, never let that boche know, never let anybody know. But he did say, that a few days later, the boche began to come to him, asking him if he would learn Zoyhar, together with him. The great saddic Yisoid Olom, a going rebachon in Wasserman, say chet saddic Levrocha shemim kum domoi, skusiogen Oleno says the following, if you want to take a look it's in the covid's memorandum, Das Taira, he says everybody should remember, hey mishpete ator, kshem shchayovim lis amek, olohovin, hey tibas a Taira, just like you have to understand the Taira, look into the tosis in Baba Kama, Baba Vasra, talk for coin, kein chayovim lis amek, olohovin, as mishpete a Taira, me urais toldo sa olom, what happens, yeh shladas, kein ma urais toldo sa olom, everything that happens, heim shalsheles a chas arucha, it's a big chain, comes up from shemayim all the way down to us, v'choma shkora aynoe l'chulio a chas, visaycha shasheres ha arucha, it is only one in the chain, everything is already niksar in shemayim, what we have is just the end, what we have is just the result, if somebody bothers us, they're not our problem, they're not our problem, if someone was roidefas, they're not going to get a mitzvah for what they did, you don't have to give them a shkoilch, on the other hand, they are not our problem, chuva shlema.

The following story has been brought to you by StoriesToInspire.org. This was took place 15, 20 years ago. Hasidic Rebi. Hasidic Rebi is in his house with his students and the man comes, one of the students comes running in frantic. Rebi, Rebi, Rebi, I have to talk to the Rebi right now. Right now, they're rushing into Rebi. Rebi, Rebi, my wife is in the hospital. She's giving birth and the doctors are saying very bad prognosis. They don't know what's going to be. They think it's going to be very bad. What should I do, Rebi? You got to pray. You got to bless. Don't worry about it. She's going to be fine. Rebi, I'm telling you, you don't understand. All the doctors, they're standing around. They're all nervous. He said, trust me, she's going to be fine. The man goes back to the hospital. Sure enough, his wife is fine. The baby, the wife, everything's fine. The students turn to Rebi. Rebi, you're not a prophet. How do you know? How do you know? Who told you? You weren't even in the hospital to see what's going to happen. How'd you know? He says, I'll tell you. He says, a few days ago, we were in Shul, and a poor man came collecting from person to person. And a person, one guy, gives him a nickel and I give him a quarter and I got 50 cents. And then all of a sudden, we heard all the coins splatter on the floor. So everyone tried around to see what happened. So we thought like he dropped the coins. We looked him in the clothes. So we saw what really happened is that he had come over to this man. This poor man came over to this man with the wine. And the man, like everybody else, took out a quarter or something and gave it to him. Apparently, this poor man was so frustrated, maybe he wasn't having a good day. And he took the coins and he threw it in the man's face. And he said, you're telling me, you're giving me a quarter? What a miser? What a cheapskate you are? You don't know, you have, you could do it and you can't know when you're insulting and shambling and shambling back on and on in front of the old shoe. Look at him. Look what kind of person he is. He gives nothing. He's embarrassment, yelling and screaming. The whole time, the man is quiet. Let's say a word. After the man is done with his whole diet, the man says, how much do you need? He throws out a checkbook and writes in a check for what he needs. He says the Gemara says in Hul'in, this Gemara I didn't tell you. The Gemara says, Tole Eres Abilima, the world hangs on nothing. What does the Gemara say? What does this mean? The world hangs on the nothingness that somebody says in an argument. You say something to me and I say nothing back. The world hangs on that zekhut. The whole world is suspended in midair by the zekhut of a person who could be in an argument and responds with nothing. He says, I was confident if the whole world could hang on that nothingness, that his wife could hang on it too. And that's how I knew that she would be fine. There's no greater power. We think usually the power is in the response. The power is in not responding. We saw from great men, from Helel, from Moshe Rabbeinu, to Helel, to the Chassid, to the Biakiva, to the Be'ashua Ben-Korcha, to this Gemara, to every example along the way that when a person has the strength to not respond, there's nothing that makes them more powerful.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. And he learns the whole night, Thursday night, he takes the last bus. One day during the week, he's walking down the street and he sees big tsetlach on the wall, and he sees that they're announcing the ptyr of Aravachosa, their Vysheh dovah klein, mechashu vei chasside dels. He says, oh, I know, I know a son. Oh yeah, I have to be menachem of the son. Okay, he's thinking, he's gonna go, he marched it in his brain that I gotta go. But you know how we are, we all are procrastinate, and it doesn't happen, and he goes, you know, the week is going by, and he forgets about it. Thursday night, he gets on the last bus to go to learn in his cradle, and he gets off always on the stop of Yermio, Yermio's stop. And then from there, he walks to his cradle, it's two minutes. And unfortunately, you know, sometimes he dremel, and he fell asleep, he fell asleep on the bus. He got on the bus, all of a sudden he wakes up and he sees that he's in curious bills. He missed his stop. He jumps off the bus at the next stop. He gets off the bus, and he's gonna have to now walk back to his cradle. And all of a sudden he sees on the wall, the signs, again. And if the money should have had climbed, and he sees a building with like seven signs in the front of it, he realizes, oh, this must be the house with the same silver. He'll set his watch, it's 1.30 at night. He says, listen here, they're getting up tomorrow morning. If I don't go now, it's not happening. But it's 1.30, can I go? See the signs, you know what, I'm gonna go up to the apartment, and I'm gonna see if the door's open, people coming and going, I'll go in. If not, I'll leave. He comes there, the door's closed. He's clarifying, should I knock, should I knock? He hears some voices inside, all of a sudden the door opens up, and a little boy comes out carrying a garbage bag, and he says, can I go in? The boy says, they just finished supper, yeah, you can go in. He walks in, and he sees all the boys sitting there. And he's looking at all the boys, one face, the other face, the next face, he's trying to see his friend where he is. He doesn't see him, he looks again. Finally, one of the boys says, have you heard who you're looking for? He says, I'm looking for this and this yet? He says, oh, we don't have such a brother, we have a cousin like that. That's our cousin, his father is my uncle, he's living, he's fine. So they're nice as a husband, okay? I'm sorry, I came here, you know. I'm looking for the cousin, he sees me, and then he said, this is a good friend, she should have a friend who's looking for her. And he clicks the soap, and he walks out. He gets to the door, and the almano stops him, and says, who just said that? So the boy says, no, no, no, it's somebody that came here by mistake, and he thought that our cousin is sitting here, but it's a mistake. So the mother said, it's not a mistake. She says, what are you talking about? She says, Tati, we should have a client, would every Thursday night tell me when I'm setting up the neighbors for Shabbos, he would tell me, he should have a lichtige Freylich Shabbos in the Schuss of Rabsholam Shachdomi Provich. He said this from the first Thursday night we were married, every single Friday, Thursday night, until this week, until last week. And if he ever was in America, or Europe, wherever, he was traveling for business, he would call me Thursday night to tell me, he should have a lichtige Freylich Shabbos in the Schuss of Rabsholam Shachdomi Provich. And I was thinking the whole week, I'm never going to hear that again. Who's going to talk to me? And now, I'm sitting here, we're after supper, and all of a sudden, I hear somebody say, you should have a lichtige Freylich Shabbos in the Schuss of Rabsholam Shachdomi Provich. Do you think it's a mistake? Tati arranged the Shammayim, that someone should come to me and tell me, Tati arranged the Lichtige Freylich Shabbos in the Schuss of Rabsholam Shachdomi Provich. There's no such thing as a mistake. It's Hashgoch and the Floor and the Shammayim. And the truth is that everything that happens in our lives is like this. There's no such thing as Vathelech Vatheisa. We don't get lost. Every time we have to go somewhere, there's a reason for it. Enjoyed this story? Come again. Bring a friend stories2inspire.org

The following story has been brought to you by storiestoinspire.org. Rebrifal Abuhaf is a well-known mile, he's been a mile in the Greater Tel Aviv area for decades and decades. A bunch of years back, he gets a phone call, it's from a woman, she says she just had a baby, she needs to do a brisk on the eighth day and she was hoping that he could be the mile. He said of course, took down the details, she told him the address, she told him the time, eight o'clock in the morning in a particular neighborhood in Tel Aviv and he said okay. He was a little bit perplexed because the neighborhood was very secular and the secular community didn't used to do their brissel at eight o'clock in the morning, usually they did it at the end of the work day before Shkiah, before sunset, that's when people could get together but hey, different people, different folks, different strokes. The day comes, he drives to the address, he parks his car, he takes his little brisk kit up to the apartment and he's surprised right away, usually there's cars around, people are coming for the brisk, tons of empty parking spots, he's wondering if it's the right place, climbs two flights of stairs, comes to the apartment, it is the right apartment, it's got the name of the person, he knocks on the door. A woman opens the door, it seems like she's got her coat on, she's ready to leave already and she says, oh I'm the mother of the baby, my husband's not home and I have to go out but the baby's in the second room on the right, you can do the brisk, he says there's no one else there, she says you know if you wait a few minutes, the baby sitter's gonna come, I'm sorry that I can't beat it for my baby's brisk, I have to run out. Don't worry, the baby sitter has all the instructions and everything's been taken care of, it's a little bit bamboozled by what's going on here, something is very strange and sure enough the baby sitter shows up a few minutes later and she says listen, the father of the baby is the CEO of some great international company, he had to travel on business, the mother's not super into mitzvahs and tiras, she's not against them and she happened to have scheduled an appointment at eight o'clock in the morning but I'm here, so if you need anything, you know I'm here, I actually have an envelope for you also that the mother left, he says who's going to be the sondik, who's going to hold the baby, she goes I don't know but it ain't going to be me. Ful realizes that he's in a tough situation, he's never been a sondik and I'm not leaving though there are certain people in Milan that used to do that, he said okay I'll try my best. So he goes into the room, he prepares everything for the brisk, he takes the baby, he puts the baby on his lap, he puts the towels over his head and with great extra effort, he performs the brisk successfully. He finishes the brisk, the baby is crying, he comes the baby down, he says the brachas, he does kriyeshame for the name that the mother had left and then he goes to find the babysitter, there was a note on the front door that says I'm so sorry I just had to run down to the grocery to get a few things, I'll be back soon and here he is with a baby that just had the brisk, no one there besides him and the baby, he says okay, he finishes bandaging the baby up and he's holding the baby and about five minutes after he finishes the baby burst into uncontrollable crying, wails screaming, he tries to calm the baby down, he's a little frustrated, it's not his job, where's the babysitter, no one, the mother's not around, this is a bizarre brisk and the baby refuses to come down, he finds a chair, he sits down in the chair and he tries to soothe the baby and the baby just continues to cry and to cry, he checks the brisk, everything is fine, there's no what's going on here and at some point he just gets so depressed, the baby's own parents couldn't be bothered to be there for the brisk, the babysitter is not even there, what's the future for this Jewish soul, it just got entered into the brisk of Avromavino and there's no one there to celebrate him, no one to commemorate just him and the baby, he's so emotionally distraught he begins to cry and his tears fall on the little baby that's crying in his arms, a few minutes later the baby comes down, not long after the babysitter comes back, he leaves the instructions and he leaves, he goes back one time over the next few days to make sure the baby's doing fine to change the bandage and then the problem was that this story really haunted him for a long time, it bothered him that the parents didn't care about the brisk, it bothered him that the child was all alone, but like everything in life, what time has a way of healing things and he totally forgets about this story, close to 13 years later, Monday his phone rings, it's a number he doesn't really recognize, he picks it up and a woman says to him, is this the Muel Rabi Rafale and he says, yes she says, well you did a brisk on my son about 13 years ago, you may remember it, may not remember it, I wasn't even home, I left and the baby said, oh sudden the memories come rushing back, he goes, no I do remember, she says, well I'm having some trouble with this baby, who today is about 13 years old and I was hoping I could come talk to you, you're the only religious person I think I ever really interacted with in my life. Rafale says, okay, I mean I'm not sure what you want from me, I'm a mile, not a therapist, but okay. Later that night the woman comes and she's got a boy with her, looks like he's 12, 13 years old and right away notices that the boy looks a little bit out of place, he's wearing the traditional secular garb of what any kid his age will be wearing, but he's got a yamaka awkwardly perched on his head and seems like the corners of tzitzas are sticking out of his grateful dead t-shirt or whatever he was wearing. It becomes very apparent to him very quickly that the issue is the child and the woman says, I don't know what to do. Me and my husband we gave our child a secular healthy education and every opportunity we're wealthy people and for some reason in the last half a year, a year, Torah anytime. He's not interested in the things we're interested in, doesn't want to go to the beach, he doesn't want to do all the excursions and exotic vacations. He found a little shul in Tel Aviv and he likes spending time there with the older people, learning and praying, he even got a yamaka in tzitzas and says, not our way of life, I'm nervous, our son is having some type of nervous breakdown. So we came here to ask you to, I don't know, clarify. Mubram takes the time and he sits down with the mother and he explains that every person is a body and a soul and that we're very focused on the body but we can't ignore our soul and that every once in a while there's a very precious soul that pushes forward and doesn't let the body ignore it and that's her child and that he's trying to tap in to eternity, that he's her and the child are part of the miraculous endurance of the Jewish people, the eternal part of Kalei Yisrael and that's all her son is trying to do is embrace that part of him and she shouldn't encourage it instead of discouraging it and the woman was moved, she'd never heard anyone talk like this and she says, so what's my next step? He says, I'd like to suggest if I did a brisk for the child, maybe I, and that brought him into the covenant of Ramavino, let me explain to him what that covenant is and who I've Ramavino was. Would you be okay if I learned with this child once a week and she said, sure, she would bring that child once a week and the child took to Tyra and Mitzvah like a fish to water before I ended up encouraging the parents to buy a pair of phones, made a beautiful bar mitzvah for him. They began to learn more often than once a week and eventually this child turned into a bona fide Yishiva Bachar and the miraculous thing is that when he became clo

The following story has been brought to you by storystandspire.org. I have a student, in the last trip, I was supposed to go to Poland, and there was a girl, I'm not going to say her name, but she was a student of mine. She had been through a tremendous amount of sorrow, tremendous difficulties, and we were there for her, our family tries to be there for people. We have about 100 guests every Shabbos. We had 100 guests this Shabbos, they were still there when I left this morning at 2 o'clock in the morning. They're not in any rush to leave our house after Shabbos, and she was one of our regulars. She had been through a lot, I don't want to get into details, but one of the things that she was through was she lost her mother this past year. So that was on top of all sorts of illness and other difficulties, losing her mother was very, very tough. She almost gave up hope, and then she got engaged. And I was there, I was on my way out flying somewhere, and I ran into Brooklyn for the engagement and meant a lot to her. And then I got a phone call, and she said, Rabbi, what are you doing next Thursday? I said, I'll be in Poland with a group. And she said, oh, I said, what's oh? She goes, oh, you know, I'm getting married Thursday. I said, I didn't get the invitation. I, you know, I bring 50 college students, they're all paid for the tours reserved. I feel worse than horrible, but I can't cancel the trip. I'll invite you the first week we come back. And the phone conversation ended. The next day, her husband calls me up and says, Rabbi, I don't think you understood. She was expecting and hoping that you and your wife would walk her down the Chupa. Oh my goodness, like, these are dilemmas that rabbis have, but there's nothing I could do. I can't cancel the trip. I can't. Besides that, we know we put down almost $100,000 for the plane tickets and the tours and the buses and hotels. It's not even fair to them. I didn't know what to do. And I said, I'd love to tell you I'll be there, but I can't. We got to Poland with the group. And one of the first days that we were there, we went to Majdanek, one of the death camps. Majdanek is known as the camp that still has the gas chambers intact. The barracks are still intact. In Auschwitz, most of them were blown up before the allies could come. But Majdanek, they ran too quickly, and the gas chambers are still there. The scratches on the wall, the blue from the cyclone B, it's all right there. And as we were crying in Majdanek, the tour guide who had leading the group said, look, how many parents cried for the loss of their children? How many children cried for the loss of their parents? And suddenly it hit me. I'm feeling so bad for these kids who lost their parents 70 years ago. But I'm not there for my own students who lost their mother this year. So that night, during supper, I got up and I said, my dear students, I hope you'll understand, but I have to leave you. I'm going to fly into Brooklyn on the next flight. I'm going to walk this girl down the Chupa, and I'm going to take the very next flight back. I'll miss about 15 hours. But I'm doing it because a rabbi has to be there for their students. And a student came over to me afterwards and said, rabbi, that was the biggest lesson you could have taught us, more than anything we learned from the Holocaust. And for rabbis there, for a student, how much more so, is Hashem there for us.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. I will tell you a story for a girl in my high school. She was thrown out in 10th grade of a school here in Flatbush. She did something wrong and they threw her out. And she was on the street for two years and we found her. And we put her in BCA in our high school in Murruch Hashem with Nathan and the Floyds. She finished high school. She turned around. She became religious. She became a superstar. And she met a boy and she married a superstar. And she had a little baby. And she's in Glopmont on Avenue M on a Thursday night. And the man, the principal who threw her out of his school is there. She has no hard feelings towards him. She always told me I was crazy kid. He had a right to throw me out. But she was so proud. She's wearing her shatel. She's dressed snout. She's got her baby. The 10th grade that he threw out made it. We can't even understand this in this room. She walks up to this man. She is so proud of who she is. She says, Rabbi, do you recognize me? Then he looks at her and he says, she's wearing her shatel. She looks a little different than 10th grade. He says, did you go to my school? She said, well, halfway, I made it to 10th grade. He goes, really? What's your name? I'll make up a name. I don't want to give her a name. My name? Michelle Greenberg. You are not Michelle Greenberg. She goes, Rabbi, I know who I am. You are Michelle's oldest sister, Malcha, right? She goes, no, I'm Michelle. He goes, that's impossible. She's standing there, so proud of what she did. And this man is saying, nah, you're lying. You cannot be that girl. She called me up and she said, all the work I did was for that moment and that rabbi couldn't wreck. He sent out my sister. He said, it's impossible. He said, listen to me, Michelle. If he admits that you're the girl he threw out, he's admitting that he didn't see your potential. He's admitting that he made a huge mistake. He's not ready to do that. We have these pictures in our heads of people. And we don't let that change. People change. People grow. Let it go. Let your hatred go. Let your judgment go. Let it go. So maybe you were wrong. And maybe she's a lot better than you thought. Great. Be excited for her. I made a mistake. You are much better than I thought. Fantastic. It's about you, not me. That's the biggest problem in relationships. It's always about me. What I thought of you. What I put into you. It's not about me.

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org. Years ago, it was one Sukkot when I was still a bachur before I was married, and I was never in Israel for Sukkot. I always came home. Even when I learned in Israel, I came back for Sukkot. I came back for Pesach. But one year, just one, my parents allowed me to stay in Israel for Sukkot. Not only did they allow me to stay, but they sent to Israel my sister and my younger brother Ari to come to Israel and stay in Israel with me. And we spent Sukkot there by different families. It was magnificent. One of the nicest times of year in Israel is Sukkot. Not just the weather, but to walk around and see the greenery. You know, in Israel, they don't use bamboo as shach. They use these large, magnificent palm tree-like leaves, and it's greenery everywhere. The whole city is such color, and the fragrance from the smell of the leaves already can uplift you. And you walk around and you see everybody's balcony, everyone's Mar Pesach, on all the buildings are covered with Sukkot and Sukkot. And forget about the days before Sukkot, where you go to G'ulameh-Sh'arim, and they close off the streets, and the entire street becomes one big lulavet at Trogshuk. And you talk about thousands of stands of vendors and vendors, and everyone's selling lulavet at Trogshuk, and you walk by the street, and you're just swamped with the most magnificent fragrance and the mitzvot that surround you. This is something that just puts you in a different place, and you'll never forget. Never buy tickets. Go this year, because I'll never forget that. That year, I was walking around with my sister and my brother, and we're walking up and down, there's Sh'arim and the Shukkot, and we were walking up the streets, and just being marveled by the Sukkot. And there was such a feeling in the air of festivity in Yerushalayim. When Sukkot came around, it was tangible. And then we heard to top it all off. Then comes Cholhamoed Sukkot, the second day Cholhamoed, tens of thousands of people. And today I heard it's close to 100,000 people. But in that time, it was tens of thousands of people who would come together on the second day Sukkot, Cholhamoed, and they would meet by the Kotel, and they would have this massive, massive birkat kohanim, where you would have thousands of kohanim, that all together would come in unison to make one birkat kohanim, with a guy on a mic announcing off of the speaker system, Yivarechecha, Hashem, Yishmerecha, and it's something to see, something to experience. Well, when I heard that, I told my sister and my brother, we're going, we are going. So we made arrangements, we were saved by different families, we had a magnificent first day Sukkot, walking in the street, holding lulavan et trog, was beautiful, surrounded by greenery. But then Cholhamoed begins, comes the second day, and we make our way over to the Kotel. Now because they expected tens of thousands of people, the entire mountain was shut, you could not drive up. So you had to walk from the bottom of the mountain, up to the top, through Shariafah, through the Arab Shukh, and as we came down the steps, leading down to the Kotel, I just stopped for a minute. You look down, and you see 20, 30,000 people, and you also see 20, 30,000 lulavim. Could you imagine that sight? From a bird's eye view, coming down those high steps from the Arab Shukh, and you stop for a minute, and you just take in the picture, for a moment, for a moment, you blink, and think that Mashiach came. This was a sight. And I was overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed. I turned to my brother and I said, Clal Yisrael, Clal Yisrael, Clal Yisrael, look at our beauty. We went down the steps, my sister went to the lady's section, me and my brother, we went to pray. And it was amazing. Every two steps, there was another Minyan. There must have been hundreds of Minyanians that day. And it was every type of Jew, every walk of life. Funny you could imagine. From Hasidim, Ashkenazim, Svaradim, Mizrachnikim, right, with the kippah asrugah, there were those that weren't so religious, with no kippah. So they were wearing the cardboard, the Kotel special. You had every type of Jew that was there. And they were all praying in their own little Minyanin. And the beauty was that there's halel on Moed. So everyone was singing. So you walked in between Minyanim. And this Minyan was singing Svaraditunes. And that Minyan was Ashkenazim. And these were Hasidim that were dancing. And behind you was Mizrachnim, with their beautiful tunes. Everyone was doing their own thing, with their own flavor. It was a little bit different, but also very unified at the same time. It was like the different 12 tribes of Shvatim, each with their own flag, each with their own flavor, but somehow or other coming together, doing their own thing and connecting as one Klal Yisrael. It was moving. It was something. And then the big moment of truth. All the Minyanin were instructed that Shahrit, you pray on your own. Halel, you pray on your own. Kriyatatorah, you read on your own. But when it comes to Musaf, everybody prays one Minyan. One huge, magnificent Minyan. In order to set up the one huge, magnificent Birkat Kohanim. I've never seen this before. At that time I was 20, 21 maybe. To me, I was just watching the action as it unfolded. And sure enough, if the Kriyatatorah, the Gabbaya, the Minyan gives a bang and he says, we're all going together now. Such a beauty. And at that moment, they set up a little stand. Hazan stood up with a microphone and a huge type of a PA system with woofer speakers. Woofer speakers. And he gets up there on the mic and he says, and 30,000 people answered together. And then Musaf begins. It's complete silence going quiet. Then the Hazan starts the Hazara. And sure enough, the Kohanim start making their way up to the wall. I'm a Levi. I went to the back to wash the Kohanim. The line of Kohanim went all the way back to the back steps. The line of Levi'im went just as far back. It literally felt like the Bedan-Migdash was here. We were washing the Kohanim's hands. I wanted to turn to the Kohanim and say, can I wash your feet too? You know, we're there. Kohanim go up to the wall and they're waiting as the Hazan makes his way to Birkat Kohanim. And then he starts. And all these Kohanim who a moment earlier when you looked at them from a distance, you know what you saw? You saw a black Kippa. You saw a white Kippa Sruga. You saw Hasidi. You saw every type of Kippa on the planet. They look like very different standing together people. The minute they all took their taled and put it over their heads, they literally became one Jew, one Kohin. It was something. And with one blast, they screamed Yivarech. Then the Hazan would say Hashem. And they would all scream Hashem. And we would all say Baruch Hu Baruch Hemo. And then they screamed. The Hazan said Yishmerecha. And all the Kohanim screamed Yishmerecha. With one voice. And just then, no one dreamed. But suddenly, with no one imagining, the Arabs on the other side of the wall started throwing thousands of rocks over the Kota. Now I'm under my taled. I have no idea what's going on. All I hear is the pounding of rocks. It sounded like it was raining boulders. These thousands of rocks were pouring down on the heads of the Kohanim and on the heads of the people. But the Kohanim just screamed Yishmerecha. God is going to protect you. And the rocks were thundering down. And the Hazan says Yisa. The Hazan continues and the Kohanim continued. But then the rocks became more and more until it became such a sakana that everybody ran. Now I want to ask you something. You've been to the Kota. You've seen those times when there were 20, 30,000 people, maybe in pictures, maybe in videos. What are the chances of thousands of rocks being thrown over the wall on the heads of the Mitpalilim, the ones praying down by the Kotel and not one person getting hit. Not one. Those rock

The following story has been brought to you by stories to inspire.org People come from all over for Nile. You feel, you know, the end of him kipper, you can pray a whole day, they come for Nile. Govachayon gets up and he says, we're going to start now in Nile. And there's a tremendous, there's a chus that we're going to sell. And that is sikhra for chasar sashaaf in Nile. And whoever buys it is going to buy a life insurance policy. And what am I selling? In this shul, there's a kail that learns here. 20 avrechim, 20 younger like learn here. Whoever agrees to pay the entire salary of the 20 avrechim for the whole year, the first person to raise his hand gets this sikhus of opening the iron kailash for Nile. How much does it cost? I don't know, somewhere between 150 and 200,000 shekel. Within one second and a half, one guy raises his hand. I'll do it, remember. And the robber says, it's high in Nile, my chazikimbo. If you support Thayro, it's a life insurance policy. It's high in, guaranteed. Fucking, they start Nile, comes time for chasar sashaaf. He sees it goes up, and he opens up the iron kailash. Nile, they dive in Nile. In Nile, they see it closes the iron kailash. Zakhaloy! They dive in Mariv. A few days go by, someone comes over to the robber, ibn abduhra khayah, and tells him, the mikvah, broken. It's got a big hole. It's cracked, whatever it is, needs to be fixed. Ibn abduhra goes down to check out the mikvah, and he sees the guy's right. Look, a guy who fixes mikvah, he tells him, it's not a cheap job. It's about 20,000 shakal. He says, hey, we have to raise the money, we need a mikvah. He's going through the list, this guy just gave money, this guy just gave money, this guy just gave money. You know, it's in kippah, people just give yisqah money, and all types of money, they have disappeared under shana, and disappeared in kippah morning. Who's giving the money? He doesn't know what to do, who can he call? You know what, this guy bought the meal. Let me call him. He says, yeah, yes, rabbi, what can I do for you? He says, listen here, the mikvah's broken. It's going to cost 20,000 shakal. Do you want life insurance policy for your wife? He says, yes, I take the mikvah. 20,000 shakal, I'll bring over to check in five minutes. Five minutes later, he had to check. Fix the mikvah. That's three days before. On your tests, history, that's the fourth day of khalamu'id. This yid was coming back with his wife from Dubai on an airplane when suddenly the plane went flying down and everybody started screaming for their life. And this year tells his wife, don't worry, we both have life insurance policies. Within 20 seconds, the plane straightened out. We all know the rest of the story. We all know the almost hijack. We all know the whole story how a jihadist went and hijacked the plane. He was a pilot, this copilot, and he tried to kill everybody on the plane. But there were two people on that plane that had life insurance policies. He had no pachat. He knew that all I need to do is support Taira, fix the mikvah, and I got the policies. No reason to be scared, not dying. Guaranteed for a year. And with that, Hitaka came home and the rough told him, he should make a suicide though anyways. The miser he saved, but the miser he said, I have insurance policy. I gave $200,000, $200,000 a shackle for a coal, support Taira. I know I'm not going to die. And if a father, we all need squsim and everybody has to do what they can. I said this story Thursday afternoon and this case Sunday night, I get a phone call from my good friend, a Mikheskel Erlanger. He, his son, Rbishua, made an upshare. Rbishua is that aid him by the Pachamavats. The Pachamavats is the administrator of Angle with Yeshiva, Angle with the Jersey. My brother went there, they helped him out of Pachram and they don't have to get to the Pachram to elevate them. It's a great great Yeshiva. He left the office Friday and Thursday afternoon knowing that he can't finish the month of October. He's $36,000 in a hole we can't finish the payroll. He doesn't know what to do. He decides that tonight we gotta get on the phone, we gotta call some people. Thursday night, he gets on the phone and he calls one of his main supporters of Yeshiva and he says, AJ, you gotta bail me out. Now, the truth is that AJ is at the party and his foal is on the table and we are next to him. The sign is gonna have fun. When he picked up the phone, he says hi and he says, AJ, can you help with the Yeshiva? What can you do for me? The guy says, I'm not AJ. And they had a little conversation back before with him. The guy says, how much are you short? He says, I'm short of $36,000. He says, listen, hey, what? So he tells them, listen, let me tell you a story. And Rebochan and Gachimabets went and told over the story that I said. You see, Khaskol used to tell us all the time, they would tell you stories that he heard. And Rebochan would ask him, always, where did you get these where did you get these stories from? He would tell them, I heard it all any time, there's a year. And he speaks, and after a while Rebochan said, you know what? You know, I'll listen myself. And he started to listen. So Thursday he heard the share and he tells him this unknown guy who answered AJ's phone. He answered him he answered him and told him that I have a story for you. And he told them over the story with the flyer goodbye people that bought Neila. When he finished the guy said, you got me. He says, tomorrow morning you'll get in your account wired $18,000 through AJ. And give me 10 days, following Monday, this coming Monday you'll get another $18,000. And like this, your budget is covered for October. And Rebochan, we had the to facilitate that Rebochan used us corn to help the Yoshiba to get $36,000.