True Rebbe Story.

Two incredible Rebbe stories heard from Rabbi Eli Silberstein who heard them directly from the man. 

There was once a young bobover family who lived in crown Heights in the 60's. They had a 9 year old son who was walking to school when he met the Rebbe, who noticed he was struggling to hold his backpack. The Rebbe asked what was inside, to which he said there was a siddur, a chumash, a shulchan orech etc..  The Rebbe asked if there were lockers in school, to which he said there wasn't. The Rebbe then told him to go to the bobover Rebbe and tell him that he met the lubavitcher Rebbe who said that there should be lockers in school because by the time the talmidim come to school, they're too tired to learn. This young boy did so and within 24 hours all the bobover schools had lockers. 

Second story: when this boy was about 9 years old he worked for a grocery store and he would deliver groceries. One time right before pesach he was delivering groceries to rebbetzin Chanah, while the Rebbe was there. The Rebbe took the groceries, put them away and then tipped him 10 dollars, which was a lot of money at that time. There was a group of chassidim waiting outside the house and asked him what happened, to which he told him that the Rebbe gave him 10 dollars. A chassid then bought it off of him for 20 dollars. When he got home he told his father that he wanted to buy a suit for Yom tov. When asked where he had the money from, he told him the story. His father was very upset but there was nothing to do. On acharon shel pesach his father went to the Rebbe for kos shel Bracha and told him that he had a lot of agmos nefesh that his son sold his ten dollars, but the Rebbe didn't respond. A few weeks later, after shavous the boy was again delivering groceries to rebbetzin Chana, and the Rebbe was there again. The Rebbe then pulled a ten dollar bill and told him, this one is for you, and he then took a second one and said, this one is for you to sell.

Thanks 

Beautiful 

the Rebbe's generosity shines and is an inspiration

A Heartwarming Story A Tearjerker!

The Return Home                                             Incredible Story!

Until a few years ago, I didn't take anything very seriously. I had graduated from a Yeshiva high school, and, unlike most of my class, I didn't feel I had what it took to be a learner. I didn't want to go to college right away, and I thought I would get a job and have a good time before I settled down. My parents were not very pleased with these decisions, but, at that point in my life, what my parents wanted was not terribly important to me.

Regrettably, during this time I fell in with a group of friends who were not Orthodox. At first, I told myself that I would not be influenced by them; but this turned out to be very far from the truth. In a very short period of time, I became exactly like them, and maybe worse, as I should have known better. Shabbas meant nothing, Kashrus meant nothing, and my life was spent in a haze which even today I have trouble remembering. My parents were devastated. Maybe they didn't expect me to be the best of the best, but they certainly didn't expect this.

As well as having destroyed my own life, I was on my way to destroying my family as well. Because of the bad influence I was having on my younger brothers, my father asked me to leave the house. When I moved out, I said some really cruel and spiteful things to him. I can remember him standing silently at the door, with my mother crying at his side.

I realise now that what I had seen in them as a weakness was actually enormous strength. I had no contact with anyone in my family for almost a year. Deep inside I missed them very much, but foolishly thought that I could be seen as weak, if I contacted them.

One morning, I was shocked to find my father waiting for me outside of the apartment building I lived in. He looked at me with tired, worn eyes and asked if we could talk.

Stubborn to the core, I only nodded, and we walked to a corner coffee shop where we sat down. He told me how much everyone missed me and how I had been in their minds and hearts every second that I had been gone. He told me how my mother agonised over what had happened, blaming herself for not having been there far me. While he was talking, tears began rushing from his eyes. He told me that he wasn't here to lecture me. He just had one request. He wanted me to drive with him that afternoon to Monsey, NY, and say one chapter of Tehillim at the grave of a certain Tzaddik. 

As far removed as I was from Yiddishkeit, I was still moved by his request. I told him that I couldn't go that day, but that I would go with him any other time. In truth, I had plans to go with same friends to Atlantic City that evening, and I didn't want to break them. When I told him that I couldn't go that day, he reached across the table and took my hand in his and just looked at me with his tear streaked sad face. I felt my own eyes begin to water, and, rather than have him see me cry I just agreed to meet him later that day.

I made the necessary apologies to my friends, and later that day, I met my father. We didn't talk much during the trip up. I remember getting out of the car with him, and walking over to one of the graves. He put some rocks on top of the grave and gave me a Tehillim. We must have looked quite strange. My father in his long black coat, a black hat perched on his head, and me, with my leather bomber jacket and jeans. We didn't stay long. Ten minutes after we had arrived, we were on our way back. The return trip was as quiet as the trip there. My father let me off in front of my apartment building. I still recall the words he said to me as I got out of the car. He told me that no matter what may have happened between us, and no matter what may happen, I was always going to be his son and he would always love me. I was emotionally moved by his words, but I was not experiencing the spiritual inspiration he may have been hoping for. I shook my head at his words and we parted company.

The next morning I woke up to some shocking news. On the way back from Atlantic City, my friends were involved in a head-on collision with a tractor trailer. There were no survivors. 

As I write this letter, I am overcome with emotion, I made a bris today for my first child. My father was sandik and, as he held my son on his lap, his eyes met mine and we smiled. It was as if we had finally reached the end of a long journey. We had never talked to each other about that trip to Monsey, nor had I ever told him about the death of my friends. I just walked back into their home that evening, and was taken back with open arms and no questions asked. l don't think I will ever understand what happened that day.

I just know, sitting here late at night, with my son in my arms, that I will try and be the father to him that my father was to me.

live painting show - Woman's life

Globalazation

Question:

What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer:

Princess

Diana's

death.

Question:

How come?

Answer :

An

English Princess

with an

Egyptian boyfriend

crashes

in a French tunnel,

riding in a

German

car

with a

Dutch engine,

driven

by a Belgian

who was

drunk

on

Scottish whisky,

(check the bottle before you

change the spelling),

followed

closely by

Italian

Paparazzi,

on

Japanese motorcycles,

treated

by an American doctor,

using

Brazilian

medicines.

This is

sent to you by

a

Canadian,

using

American

Bill Gates' technology,

and

you're probably reading

this on your computer,

that

uses Taiwanese chips,

and

a

Korean

monitor,

assembled

by

Bangladeshi

workers

in a

Singapore plant,

transported

by Indian

truck drivers,

hijacked

by Indonesians,

unloaded by

Sicilian longshoremen,

and

trucked to you by Mexicans who

are in the US illegally

because

the current president,

born in Kenya

and educated as a Muslim in Indonesia

refuses to enforce US law.

That, my friends, is  Globalization !

A Special Teacher

A Special Teacher

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat,was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... He is a joy to be around..' His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.' His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.' Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.' By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.' After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets..' A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.' Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.. She said, 'Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you.' (For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.) Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today?tomorrow? just 'do it'. Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!

Grandparents Answering Machine

GRANDPARENT'S ANSWERING MACHINE

GRANDPARENT'S ANSWERING MACHINE

Good morning. . . . At present we are not at home but, please leave your message after you hear the beep. beeeeeppp ...

If you are one of our   children, press 1

If you need us to stay with the children, press 2

If you want to borrow the car, press 3

If you want us to wash your clothes and do ironing, press 4

If you want the grandchildren to sleep here tonight, press 5

If you want us to pick up the kids at school, press 6

If you want us to prepare a meal for Sunday or to have it delivered  to your home, press 7

If you want to come to eat here, press 8

If you need money, press 9 (for each $ requested)

If you are going to invite us to dinner, or bring-over a freshly baked cheese cake or a cherry pie     start talking we are listening 

Lexohilia

Lexophilia

"Lexophile" is a word used to describe those that have a love for words, such as "you can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish", or "to write with a broken pencil is pointless."

A competition to see who can come up with the best lexophiles is held every year in an undisclosed location.  This year's winning submission is posted at the very end.

.. When fish are in schools, they sometimes take debate.

.. A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.

.. When the smog lifts in Los Angeles U.C.L.A.

.. The batteries were given out free of charge.

.. A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.

.. A will is a dead giveaway.

.. With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

.. A boiled egg is hard to beat.

.. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

.. Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.

.. Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off?  He's all right now.

.. A bicycle can't stand alone; it's just two tired.

.. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

.. The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine is now fully recovered.

.. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.

.. When she saw her first strands of grey hair she thought she'd dye.

.. Acupuncture is a jab well done. That's the point of it.

   And the cream of the twisted crop:

.. Those who get too big for their pants will be totally exposed in the end.

My Job Search

My job search 1. My first job was working in an Orange Juice factory, but I got canned.  Couldn't concentrate. 2. Then I worked in the woods as a Lumberjack, but just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe. 3. After that, I tried being a Tailor, but wasn't suited for it --mainly because it was a sew-sew job. 4. Next, I tried working in a Muffler Factory, but that was too exhausting. 5. Then, tried being a Chef - figured it would add a little spice to my life - but I just didn't have the thyme. 6. Next, I attempted being a Deli Worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn't cut the mustard.   7. My best job was a Musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.  8. I studied a long time to become a Doctor, but didn't have any patience.  9. Next, was a job in a Shoe Factory. Tried hard but just didn't fit in. 10. I became a Professional Fisherman, but discovered I couldn't live on my net income. 11. Managed to get a good job working for a Pool Maintenance Company, but the work was just too draining.  12. So then I got a job in a Workout Center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.    13. After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a Historian - until I realised there was no future in it. 14. My last job was working in Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was the same old grind. 15. SO, I TRIED RETIREMENT AND I FOUND I'M PERFECT FOR THE JOB!!!

Ageing Jokes

1. If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
2. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, and is fat.
3. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
4. A tortoise doesn't run and does nothing, yet it lives for 450 years.
And you tell me to exercise?? I don't think so.

God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:

1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.

2. My wild oats have turned into prunes and all-bran.

3. I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.

4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

5. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

6. If all is not lost, where is it?

7. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

8. Some days, you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant.

9. I wish the buck stopped here; I sure could use a few.

10. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.

11. The only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom.

12.  If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.

13. When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone want to play chess?

14. Its not hard to meet expenses . . . they're everywhere.

15. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

16.  These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter . . .
I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm here after.

17. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

18. I'M UNABLE TO REMEMBER WHETHER I'VE SENT YOU THIS BEFORE.........

The Brick

THE 

BRICK 

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighbourhood street, 

Going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was 

Watching for kids darting out from between parked 

Cars and slowed down when he thought he saw 

Something. 

As his car passed, no children appeared. 

Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! 

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to

The spot where the brick had been thrown. 

The angry driver then jumped out of the 

Car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up 

Against a parked car shouting,

'What was that all about and who are you? Just what 

The heck are you doing? That's a new car and that 

Brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why 

Did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic. 

'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't 

Know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the 

Brick because no one else would stop....' With tears 

Dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth 

Pointed to a spot just around a parked car.. 

'It's my Brother, 'he said 'He rolled off the curb and fell 

Out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him 

Up.' 

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help 

Me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and 

he's too heavy for me.'

Moved beyond words, 

The driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling 

Lump in his throat... He hurriedly lifted the 

Handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took 

Out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh 

Scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything 

Was going to be okay. 'Thank you and may God bless

You,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too 

Shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy!

Push his wheelchair-bound

brother down the sidewalk

Toward their home..

It was a long, slow 

Walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very 

Noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair 

The dented side door. He kept the dent there to 

Remind him of this message: ' Don't go through life 

So fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to 

Get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and 

Speaks to our hearts Sometimes when we don't have

Time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's 

Our choice to listen or not.

Thought for the 

Day:

If God had a 

Refrigerator, your picture would be on

It. 

If He had a wallet, 

Your photo would be in 

It. 

He sends you flowers 

Every spring. 

He sends you a sunrise 

Every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about you! 

Send this to every 

'beautiful person' you wish to bless. 

God didn't promise 

Days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun 

Without rain, but He did promise strength for the 

Day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. 

Read this line very 

Slowly and let it sink in... 

If God brings you to

It, He will bring you through it. 

Sisters!

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day,

drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother.. As

they talked about life, about marriage, about the

responsibilities of  life and the obligations of

adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her

glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance

upon her daughter...

'Don't forget your  sisters,' she advised, swirling

the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll

be more important as you get older. No matter how

much you love your husband, no matter how much you

love the children you may have, you are still going

to need sisters. Remember to go places with them now

and then; do things with them.'

'Remember that 'sisters' means ALL the women....

your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other

women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women

always do.'

What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman

thought. Haven't I just gotten married?

Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a

married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely

my husband and the family we may start will be all I

need to make my life worthwhile!'

But she listened to her mother. She kept contact

with her sisters and made more women friends each

year. As the years tumbled by, one after another,

she gradually came to understand that her mother really

knew what she was talking about.  As time and nature

work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman,

sisters are the mainstays of her life.

After more than 70 years of living in this world,

here is what I've learned:

THIS SAYS IT ALL:

Time passes.

Life happens.

Distance separates.

Children grow up.

Jobs come and go.

Love waxes and wanes.

Men don't do what they're supposed to do.

Hearts break.

Parents die.

Colleagues forget  favors.

Careers end.

BUT.........

Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how

many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away

than needing her can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you

have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life

will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,

praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on

your behalf, and waiting with open  arms at the

valley's end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk

beside you....Or come in and carry you out.

Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,

daughters-in-law,  sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers,

Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended

family: all bless our life!

The world wouldn't be the same without women, and

neither would I.. When we began this adventure called

womanhood, we had no idea of the  incredible joys or

sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we

would need each other.

BBQ Men

BBQ

When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are

put into motion:

Routine…

(1) The woman buys the food.

(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.

(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along

with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the

man who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:

(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine….

(5) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He

thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with

the situation.

Important again:

(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine….

(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils,

napkins,sauces, and brings them to the table.

(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

And most important of all:

(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off.’ And, upon

seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing

some women…

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