The story that I am about to tell you today, I heard firsthand.
It was a chance encounter on the street, and I listened to him with great attention. When he finished his story and after making a cameo, I had a hard time deciding: On the one hand, it was a moving, moving, and almost unbelievable story to my taste. On the other hand, the man standing in front of me spoke the truth, and his appearance and eloquent manner of speaking were enough to prove that he did not belong to the "waking huzi" circle.
In order to close the circle in my mind and bring you the most perfect thing, I asked the man to invite me into his home, while asking to hear the details of the case again in the presence of his family - his wife and children.
With a bright face and a willing spirit, the door of his house opened to me. I was seated respectfully, with all the family members seated around the table in full formation, and the man again recounted his story as everyone nodded their heads and agreed with every word that came out of his mouth.
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He lives in the Viznich neighborhood in Bnei Brak. He founded a long-established and glorious Hasidic family, and is the father of five children who were born one after the other.
A year passed, two years passed, and three years passed. Eight and nine years also flew by and the family... was waiting for its expansion to continue, but it was too late to come.
The best doctors waved their hands in helplessness, the father and mother pleaded with prayers and supplications, distributed alms to the majority, visited the houses of the rabbis and the graves of the righteous and sought salvation - and it seemed that it was a decree and there was no savior.
It was about ten months ago, in the midst of the Sabbath meal. The father and mother were seated at the table, their children like olive trees around them. The dishes were served and the delightful singing began. When suddenly, without any preamble, one of the children asked: 'Dad, when will we have a new baby?'
The father, whose lips were worn from prayers and supplications, looked straight at his children and said: "It is written in the Midrash on the Book of Psalms that anyone who hears his curse and remains silent becomes a partner with God, blessed be He. He has the power to bless and his blessings are fulfilled.".
The father sighed and added: "If any of you come across a case where someone is publicly shamed and he doesn't respond, approach him immediately and ask him to bless us with a new baby.".
The Shabbat meal continued in good and pleasant ways, Shabbat passed, the family entered the six days of work - and the conversation around the Shabbat table was forgotten.
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Tuesday afternoon, the parents are sitting in their living room, busy with their daily chores, and suddenly... the door opens with a bang and the youngest son, who is almost nine years old, bursts into the house, shouting excitedly: "Dad, Mom, in a year, with God's help, we will have a new baby.".
The parents looked up in amazement, looked at the excited child with astonishment and a desperate smile, and asked where he got the confidence in his promise.
The youngest son stood in the center of the living room and said that today during recess, in the courtyard of the Talmud Torah, in front of dozens of children, two students decided to "lift him up to the altar" and make him look like a tall, thin man. They began to mock him for his broad appearance compared to the rest of his peers, to the sound of laughter from everyone present.
""I bowed my head and did not say a word," the child testified faithfully to his parents, who were stunned into silence. "On the contrary," he continued his moving story, "I said in my heart, Lord of the universe, I forgive and forgive these children with all my heart, but please, for this, send us a new and healthy baby, and surely God saw and heard my prayer," the child concluded his story in a loud and confident voice, while presenting his sacrifice and offering to his parents.
A deafening silence fell in the living room and it was difficult to hold back the parents' tears.
Ten months have passed since that day, and about two weeks ago, the happy parents embraced a son with good luck, who also... lay in his crib and listened to what was happening when I was present at their home.
I finished hearing the story for the second time. On my way out, I approached the boy whose title of "Son of the Elders" had been taken away about two weeks ago, and asked him to give me a blessing.
I think he can do it now too.
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