Saturday, December 11, 2010

The HATE must stop


I was in Meron the other day, and there was a Minyon getting ready for Mincha and this Ashkenazi fellow went to be Chazan and then this Sefardi fellow starts to yell at him that he should go away and this is a Sefardi Minyan, nevertheless he continued, the guy yelled and got up to him and told him to move away or he will push him away, then the Ashkenazi guy waited to see what the crowd would say, but no one said a word, I looked around at the Sefardi people that were there, they were embarrassed, but didn't say a word, I got up and walked out and I expected more people to go out as well, but that didn't happen...

But I know that the Shchinah went out ...

The hate has to end..

We are all BROTHERS...

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Tzadik and the Esrog

There was a great Tzadik by the name of Reb Yechiel Mechel of Zlotchev. He was very poor and never wanted to accept help from others - and although lots of money came his way, he always gave it to people that he felt were more needy. He wouldn't even go to sleep with money in the house; he would look for poorer people to give it to.One year, Sukkot was coming and the Tzadik didn't have a Esrog yet. He had no money to afford one, but he heard that there was a Jew in a nearby city that had the most amazing Esrog to sell and wanted a lot of money for it. With this in mind, the Tzadik sold a pair of Tefillin that had belonged to his father, and were very important to him, in order to have the money for this beautiful Esrog. Then he sent his students to make the purchase. When they returned with it, he called his children to come see what he had bought. His wife, hearing the commotion, asked what all the excitement was about. Upon finding out, she began to yell: "We don't have money for food or clothing, yet you sell the Tefillin and buy this expensive Esrog! In her frustration she grabbed the Esrog and took a big bite out of it. The children were silent while the waited to see what would happen next.Their father jumped to his feat and began to sing and dance, and he said: The Tefillin, I don't have. The Esrog, I also don't have. Now the Yetzer Horah wants to get me to get angry? No - the Anger I also won't have, and for this I have a reason to be happy -- that I overcame my anger! And he went on singing and dancing

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Save your home

A friend of my father that lives in Monsey came to Tzefat this past week and gave this Mezuzah copy to my father.
He was having floods in his home and kept on calling plumbers to fix it and they could not find the cause to the floods, Then he was told to check his Mezuzas and found that two of them were not kosher, after he replaced them the floods stopped, he had to spend $40,000 to fix the damage..
Please before buying Mezuzas, do a little research on the Sofer and make sure the Mezuza was checked by a Sofer AND by computer.
There are so many sad stories, sick children, trouble and broken homes and a lot of this could be prevented by having a good Kosher Mezuzah…

Monday, July 6, 2009

LIFE FOR LIFE


Yoni, an Israeli Defense Force soldier stationed in Chevron, was shot by an Arab terrorist. It happened very early in the morning, and no one else was awake to hear it. Yoni passed out and was bleeding steadily, his life heading toward a silent end.

But another soldier stationed nearby heard the shot and went to investigate. He found a fellow Israeli soldier bleeding to death. He tried the best he could to stop the bleeding and called for help. Waiting for help to arrive, he kept applying pressure to the wound--literally holding Yoni's life in his hands.

Yoni was taken to a hospital in Be’er Sheva where he underwent surgery. Yoni's parents were notified and they rushed to the hospital. Imagine the fear of the parents who were only told "your son has been injured and is in the hospital." When they arrived the doctor told them that Yoni was shot but will be alright. However, had it not been for the immediate actions of the other soldier, their son Yoni would have bled to death.

It was a miracle that the other soldier heard what no one else heard, and managed to locate Yoni as quickly as he did. The parents wanted to thank that soldier, but he had just left the hospital after hearing that the soldier he helped would survive.

While recuperating at home, Yoni and his parents called the army to find out the name of the other soldier so they could thank him personally. Unfortunately, that soldier's name was not recorded and although they tried to ask around they simply couldn’t track down who that other soldier was.

Yoni's mother knew that the important thing of course is that Yoni is well, yet she could not help feeling that as long as she couldn’t meet and thank the solider who bravely saved her son’s life--the entire frightening episode would not be fully over. Not being able to thank the soldier continued to give her an empty feeling…but then she had an idea.

The couple owned a grocery store in Kiryat Malachi (a town near Ashdod ), so they decided to put up a sign in the store, describing what happened, figuring that Israel is a small country and eventually they might found out who the mystery soldier was.

Months passed with no response. Finally, one morning about a year later, a woman customer noticed the sign hanging by the door of the store. She recalled how happy her son Yair was when he came home one Friday night and told them how he heard a shot and was able to save another soldier’s life in Hebron . She went back and told the owner of the store. The story matched. The two women now decided to try to reach their sons on cell phones and see if they could meet at the store. Fortunately it turned out that both the young men and even the fathers were able to all meet that afternoon at the store.

The families soon gathered for an emotional "rendezvous". The soldiers recounted army experiences and finally after all this time Yoni’s mother could stand up and thank Yair for saving her son’s life or as she put it, “You saved my world”. She looked forward to feeling “completion” after all this time by thanking the soldier, but little did she know that the story was hardly complete.

After the tearful thank you, Yair’s mother quietly pulled her aside and asked to speak with her outside.. The two women went out alone. And she asked Yoni’s mother: “Look at me-- don’t you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry did we meet before?”

"Yes,” Yair’s mother replied. “You see there is a particular reason I came into your store today. I used to live here, and this time although I was just passing by, I wanted to give you my business, even though I was only buying a few things.”

“What are you talking about?” Yoni’s mother asked.

The other woman answered, “Twenty years ago I used to live around here and came all the time to buy milk and bread. One day you noticed that I looked really down and you were very nice and asked me why I seemed so down and I confided in you. I told you that I was going through a very difficult time and on top of that I was pregnant and planning on having an abortion. As soon as I said “abortion” you called your husband over and the two of you seemed to forget about your own store and business, and just sat down and patiently listened to me. I still remember clearly what you said.

“You told me that it is true that I was going through a hard time but sometimes the good things in life come through difficulty, and the best things come through the biggest difficulties. You spoke of the joy of being a mother and that the most beautiful word to hear in the Hebrew language is “Ima” (mother) when spoken by one’s child. You both spoke and spoke until I was convinced that I actually should have this baby--so you see G-d paid you back!”

”What do you mean? asked Yoni’s mother”. The answer astounded and thrilled her.

“I had a boy twenty years ago that you saved by telling me to think twice before doing the abortion.” With happy tears she declared, "My beloved Yair wouldn’t have been alive if not for you. He was the one you were looking for. He was the one who grew up to save your son Yoni’s life!"

Note: This incredible story is true. The actual names are on file.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009