Farbreng.ing Pre-release
Stories from As I Heard Them (Lesheima Ozen) by Reb Zalman Duchman · © The Duchman Family; please share this sheet as printed
Farbreng.app – Created by Menachem Spielman, l'zechus those who keep the Yiddishkeit of yesteryear alive
← pick another occasion Paper: A4 · Letter
בס״ד
Stories for the day

Rosh Chodesh

The Dowry and the Villager's Wagons

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 79-80, no. 6

The other story:

The Al­ter Rebbe called the Tzemach Tzedek to his room and asked him, “Where is the money you re­ceived as a dowry?”

“I gave it to a wealthy man in Vitebsk to in­vest, ” he replied.

“Would you take it back and put it in this?” he asked, point­ing to the chest hold­ing con­tri­bu­tions for the Rabbi Meir Baal HaNess Fund [to be dis­trib­uted to the needy in the Holy Land].

The Tzemach Tzedek re­mained silent.

Shortly af­ter­wards the wealthy man be­came bank­rupt and the Tzemach Tzedek’s money was lost. When the Tzemach Tzedek’s wife (a grand­daugh­ter of the Al­ter Rebbe) came in tears to her grand­fa­ther, the Al­ter Rebbe said, “Should my own chil­dren not lis­ten to me?”

And the Al­ter Rebbe con­tin­ued:

“The Rebbe — the Mag­gid of Mezer­itch — once sent us on a mis­sion. We stopped by a Jew­ish home in a vil­lage on the way and asked the owner, ‘How far away is the next town?’

“‘Fifty verst [33 miles ], ’ he an­swered.

“‘How is it pos­si­ble that a Jew never hears Borchu or Ke­dushah?!’ we asked, and be­fore we fin­ished dav­e­nen we saw loaded wag­ons in front of his house ready to move to town. This hap­pened af­ter hear­ing that we were the Rebbe’s stu­dents — and my own chil­dren don’t lis­ten to me!”

Kabbolas OlHiskashrusInfluence of one Jew

Read in full →

The Man Who Wept for Reb Aizel

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 307-308, no. 42

The third story:

It was not sur­pris­ing, my zeide com­mented, to see the tears of Reb Aizel’s stu­dents when he passed away. But some­one else, not among Reb Aizel’s stu­dents, also cried un­con­trol­lably.

“Why are you cry­ing?” they asked him.

“He saved my life, ” he an­swered. “When I was young it came to my mind to com­mit a trans­gres­sion. As I walked along, Reb Aizel — who had left the Lubav­itcher shul af­ter dav­en­ing — was walk­ing be­hind me.

“‘Where are you go­ing!?’ he shouted. I didn’t an­swer a word, and con­tin­ued walk­ing. “‘Where are you go­ing!?’ he shouted again. ‘Go to shul and re­cite some Tehillim!’

“He saved my life, ” the man con­cluded. “How can I not cry over such a tzad­dik?”

“You have mazel!” Reb Aizel would tell him. (And when that Yid passed away, my zeide told me who he was.)

Influence of one JewAhavas YisraelSanctity of a tzaddik

Read in full →

Chopping Through the Ice Before Davening

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 311-312, no. 50

When we were yun­geleit,” Reb Aizel re­lated, “we stud­ied, stand­ing up, the en­tire night. And in the morn­ing, with­out fur coats (not be­cause we didn’t own them, but be­cause we didn’t want to wear them) — we took axes to chop through the ice and toivel [im­merse]. Only af­ter that would we daven. We can­not ex­pect this from yun­geleit to­day, but learn­ing and dav­en­ing are doable nowa­days, as well. ”

Mesiras NefeshKabbolas OlTemimus (sincerity)

Read in full →