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Parshas Vayeitzei

"This Time I Will Thank Hashem" — Michoel Dvorkin on Careful Speech

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 414, no. 51

At a Shab­bos Kid­dush on the 11 th of Elul, 5696 (1936), I car­ried on at great length about rec­og­niz­ing and hav­ing grat­i­tude for G-d’s kind­ness.

“Zal­man, ” the chos­sid Mi­choel Dvorkin told me, “the Torah states that when Leah said, This time, I will thank Hashem…she stopped bear­ing.”48

These were the in­struc­tions of a ven­er­a­ble chos­sid on how care­ful one must be when speak­ing.

  1. Bereishis 29:35. ↩
EmesTemimus (sincerity)

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The Agunah Pushed Into the Street

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, pp. 306-307, no. 41

The sec­ond story:

When an agu­nah came to the Tzemach Tzedek in Lubav­itch to ask about her hus­band, the Rebbe sent her to Reb Aizel in Homil.

“How should I know where your hus­band is?” he asked.

She stayed in Homil for sev­eral weeks, came to Reb Aizel ev­ery day, and wept. Reb Aizel would send her away.

One day she came as usual, but stood her ground. Reb Aizel be­gan to drive her away — but she wouldn’t budge.

Now Reb Aizel had a me­shares, Mot­tel Gabeitzik (I still re­mem­ber him: he de­liv­ered meat to peo­ple’s homes; a Yid with long untrimmed peyos) — and Reb Aizel be­gan shov­ing Mot­tel, and Mot­tel started shov­ing the woman un­til he suc­ceeded in push­ing her through all the rooms and into the street (the Kiev-Pe­ters­burg high­way, which ran through Homil). And at that ex­act mo­ment a wagon car­ry­ing her hus­band passed by. She screamed, the wagon halted — and a set­tle­ment was con­cluded.

Hashgacha PratisPerseveranceSanctity of a tzaddik

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Tell Me What You Don't Want to Say

As I Heard Them, Vol. 1, p. 385, no. 9

I heard the story in Lubav­itch that a yunger­man opened his heart to the Rebbe Ma­ha­rash.

“Yunger­man,” the Rebbe said to him, “tell me what you don’t want to say. ”

(And as the chas­sidim added the words, “You can­not hide from me!”)

The Rebbe Rashab

EmesSanctity of a tzaddik

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