So Much To Learn From This Old Lady!

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and  lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.” She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.” And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 1. Free your heart from hatred. 2. Free your mind from worries. 3. Live simply. 4. Give more. 5. Expect lessn So Much From This Old Lady!

Most Significant Parenting Tips

What parenting habits are the most significant to kids?

1. The times you made them feel safe (or the times you made them feel unsafe)

There’s a vulnerability and a need for protection in the heart of every child. Your kids will remember those moments you chased the monsters from under their bed or held them after a nightmare, but they’ll also remember the times when your temper became the monster they feared. Our kids are probably going to see us angry sometimes, because that’s part of life, but make it your mission to make your children feel safe and secure at all times when they’re with you.

2. The times you gave them your undivided attention

Kids measure love primarily by our attentiveness to them. The times you stop what you’re doing to have a tea party or go outside to throw a ball or jump on a trampoline with be memories etched into their minds and hearts forever. Take the time to do the little things with your kids, because in the end, they’ll be the moments that matter most.

3. The way you interacted with your spouse

Our kids are forming their views of love in large part by watching how we treat our husband or wife. Strive to have the kind of marriage that makes them excited to get married someday. Give them the security that comes from seeing their Mom and Dad in a committed, loving relationship with each other.

4. Your words of affirmation and your words of criticism

A child’s heart is like wet cement and the impression made early in life will harden over time. They’ll base their sense of identity, capability and even self-worth largely upon the words you speak to them in those formative years. Part of our job as parents is to correct and discipline, but even in correction, let your words be full of love, encouragement and positive reinforcement.

5. Your family traditions

Kids love spontaneity, but they also have deep need for predictability. They’ll remember with great fondness the “traditions” you establish whether it’s a weekly family movie (or game) night, a place you regularly travel for family getaways, the way you celebrate birthdays and special events or any other special tradition. Be intentional about creating some traditions that they’ll want to pass onto their own children someday.

Just Do It!!

Just do it!! Article on YOU

Close your eyes, and imagine this for a moment.

You are 86 years old on your porch on a rocking chair on a warm sunny morning, looking back on your life.

Now let me tell you, studies show that the biggest regret from elderly people on their deathbed is not what they did, but it's what they 'didn't' do. 

The risks they 'never' took. The time they never spent enough, with loved ones, etc.

How sad would it be to get to the end of your life and realized you never truely lived.

This is 'your' life, nobody else's.

No matter how much your society, your parents, your friends want you to live, or the way they want you to live.. YOU RUN THE SHOW. You and only you are in charge!

When you shut your eyes and go to sleep at night, the entire world ceases to exist, and when you wake up it's born again. Just for you. As it says; Bshvil  Lee Nivra Haolam! The day is 'yours'! The world is at your feet. Hashem created you and only one version of You.

This is your life, you're in control, you  do what feels right in 'your' heart.

Now go back to the rocking chair and think what would your future say about the ideas you never created, the books you never wrote, the words you never spoke, the friends you never made, the people you were hesitant about introducing yiddishkiet to them, the time you could've spent with your loved ones instead of your cell phone!

But I get it, you want it easy.

But if greatness was easy you would see a lot of successful people and lot of great people.

Astronauts, professional athletes or superheroes, but you dont.

You'll see a lot of people with big mouths  making excuses on facebook, trying to get likes but they dont even like themselves.

See, the difference between winners and losers is persistence. Winners don't talk too much, they are action oriented!

My teacher told me about the bamboo tree.

After planting the seed it takes five years for it to break through the ground.

That's five whole years of attention, care and water everyday.

If you miss a day it dies right there, but once it breaks through the ground, after those five years, within five weeks it grows 90ft. tall

So your journey isn't gonna be easy, it's gonna take time.

And when you have a dream, people are gonna laugh because they won't see what 'you' see.

They'll say what is that idiot doing watering  the ground?

They aren't capable of seeing the plant that's planted inside of you, they have sight but no vision, only 'you'

have the vision.

So let them laugh, they will say be real, be realistic, but realism is often an excuse for pessimisms and you can't let other people's opinion define your reality.

So let them laugh.

But I guarantee, you won't find one successfull person in history that people didn't laugh at.

Stop worrying about your reputation, because your reputation let's people think about you, your characters who you are.

Make the commitment whole heartedly. Stop thinking, and JUST DO IT.

Do it for you, the real 'you', because ultimately YOU deserve it!

You don't get to do-over your life.

So Live your DREAMS.

You don't have to  be great to get started but you have to get started to be great.

Toby Lieder

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Wow Story That Will Blow You Away!!

 Fascinating story that will make you see the hand of Hashem so clearly!!! 

(Print /read. and share this at your shabbos table!)

BEAUTIFUL and TRUE STORY!

When a train filled with a large transport of Jewish prisoners arrived at one of the Nazi killing centers, many Polish gentiles came out to watch the latest group as they were taken away. As the disoriented Jews were gathering their possessions to take with them into the camp, a Nazi officer in charge called out to the villagers standing nearby, "Anything these Jews leave behind you may take for yourselves, because for sure they will not be coming back to collect them!"

Two Polish women who were standing nearby saw a woman towards the back of the group, wearing a large, heavy, expensive coat. Not waiting for someone else to take the coat before them, they ran to the Jewish woman and knocked her to the ground,grabbed her coat and scurried away.

Moving out of sight of the others, they quickly laid the coat down onthe ground to divide the spoils of what was hiding inside. Rummaging through the pockets, they giddily discovered gold jewelry, silvercandlesticks and other heirlooms. They were thrilled with their find,but as they lifted the coat again, it still seemed heavier than itshould. Upon further inspection, they found a secret pocket, andhidden inside the coat was .... a tiny baby girl!

Shocked at their discovery, one woman took pity and insisted to the other, "I don't have any children, and I'm too old to give birth now. You take the gold and silver and let me have the baby." The Polish woman took her new "daughter" home to her delighted husband. They raised the Jewish girl as their own, treating her very well, but never telling her anything about herhistory. The girl excelled in her studies and even became a doctor, working as a pediatrician in a hospital in Poland.

When her "mother" passed away many years later, a visitor came to pay her respects. An old woman invited herself in and said to thedaughter, "I want you to know that the woman that passed away lastweek was not your real mother ..." and she proceeded to tell her the whole story. She did not believe her at first, but the old woman insisted.

"When we found you, you were wearing a beautiful gold pendant with strange writing on it, which must be Hebrew.

I am sure that your mother kept the necklace. Go and see for yourself." Indeed, the woman went into her deceased mother's jewelry box and found the necklace just as the elderly lady had described. She was shocked. It was hard to fathom that she had been of Jewishdescent, but the proof was right there in her hand. As this was heronly link to a previous life, she cherished the necklace. She had itenlarged to fit her neck and wore it every day, although she thoughtnothing more of her Jewish roots.

Some time later, she went on holiday abroad and came across two Jewish boys standing on a main street, trying to interest Jewish passersby to wrap Tefillin on their arms (for males) or accept Shabbos candles to light on Friday afternoon (for females). Seizing the opportunity, she told them her entire story and showed them the necklace. The boys

confirmed that a Jewish name was inscribed on the necklace but did not know about her status. They recommended that she write a letter to their mentor, the Lubavitcher Rebbe ZT"L, explaining everything. Ifanyone would know what to do, it would be him.

She took their advice and sent off a letter that very same day. She received a speedy reply saying that it is clear from the facts that she is a Jewish girl and perhaps she would consider using her medicalskills in Israel where talented pediatricians were needed. Hercuriosity was piqued and she traveled to Israel where she consulted aRabbinical Court (Beis Din) who declared her Jewish. Soon she was accepted into a hospital to work, and eventually met her husband and raised a family.

In August 2001, a terrorist blew up the Sbarro cafe in the center of Jerusalem. The injured were rushed to the hospital  where this woman worked. One patient was brought in, an elderly man in a state of shock. He was searching everywhere for his granddaughterwho had become separated from him.

Asking how she could recognize her, the frantic grandfather gave a description of a gold necklace that she was wearing.

Eventually, they finally found her among the injured patients.

At the sight of this necklace, the pediatrician froze. She turned to the old man and said, "Where did you buy this necklace?"

"You can't buy such a necklace," he responded, "I am a goldsmith and I made this necklace. Actually I made two identical pieces for each of

my daughters. This is my granddaughter from one of them, and my otherdaughter did not survive the war."

And this is the story of how a Jewish girl, brutally torn away from her mother on a Nazi camp platform almost sixty years ago, was reunited with her father .....

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What Hashgocha Protis. Marvellous Story!

During  World War 2  the  Nazi  soldiers  were  trying  to  take  over  one  country  after  another  in  Europe.

My   dear  father in  law, may   he  have  a  Refuah  Shleimah, Mr  Herszl Szmerling, grew  up  in  Kalish, Poland , which  is  the  city  of  the  Ramoh.

During  the  war  his  father  had  a  plan  to  run  away   from  Poland  and  enter  Russia. The   family  was   forced  to  make  the  impossible   decision  whether  to stay   in  Poland  or  try   to  flee.  They  decided  to  take   their  wives  and  children  and  run  away  but  tragically  had  to  leave  the  older   generation  back   in  Kalish...

Whilst  they  were  trying  to  organize  their  escape  they  left   my  father in law  and  his  brother  in  an  orphanage  run  by  Jan  Korszak.

The  Germans  invaded  Poland  and  it   didn't  take  long  before   they   forced  Korzak  and  all   of  the  children  onto  a  train. This  train  was  headed   towards  Auschwitz.  My  father in law  was  a   young  boy  of  seven   but  he  realized  that  if   he   would  reach  the  place  where  the  train  was   headed  there  would  be  little  chance   for  him  to  survive.

He   decided   to  wait  until  the  train  turned  a   corner  and  then  to   jump  out  of  the  moving  train .

He  also  decided  to  try   to  help  save  the  life  of  a  little  Jewish  girl  who  was  also  on   this  train. He   told   the   girl   of  his  plan  and  she   was  very  scared  to  do  it. But  my  father  in law  calmed  her  down  and  told  her  not  to  worry,  and  to  try   to  roll   on   the   ground...When   they   reached  a   turn   in   the  train  tracks  he  held  her  hand  and  they  jumped   out  together.   Thankfully, apart  from  a  small  bruise  they  were  both  fine   and  they  managed   to  run  back  into  Kalish  together  and   go   back  to  their  families.

Now   let's  fast forward  to  the  1980s in  New York.

My  husband  was  a   young  man  of  about  20  years  old  visiting  America  for  the  first  time.

There  was  a  group  of  young  men  going  out  on  one   of  the  nights  of  Chanuka  to  spread  the  light  of  Chanuka  to  Jewish  people  all  over  NY.

My   husband  hopped  onto  one   of  many  "Mitzvah tanks"  and  he   was   dropped  off  in  one   of  the  streets  of  Long  Island. He  went  up  the  stairs  leading  to  a  magnificent  home  and  knocked  on  the  door. 

A  Jewish  lady   answered  the  door, and  asked  him  why  he  was  there.

He  answered  her

"My  name  is  Mordechai  Szmerling  and  I  am  visiting  you  on  behalf  of  Chabad  to  wish  you  a  Happy  Chanukah."

"What   is  your  name  again? "

My   husband   repeated   his  name.

"Where  are  you  from?"

My   husband  answered  that  he  was  from  Melbourne, Australia.

"No,  I   mean  where  is   your  father  from?"

"My  father  is  from  Poland."

"Where   in  Poland?"

" From  the  city  of  Kalish"

And   what   is  your  father's  name?"

"Herszl  or  in Polish  Henyak.".

When  my  husband  said  the  word  Kalish  he  noticed  that  the  lady's  face  had  turned  completely  white.  Then  she  told  him   to  wait  just  a  moment. A  few  minutes  later  she  came back  and  showed   him  a  photograph  of  his  father  as  a  young  boy.

"Do   you  realize  that  your  father  saved  my  life?"  she  said  to  my  husband  with  a  tear    glistening  in  her  eye.

Then  she   told   over  the  story  of  the  train  and  asked  him  all  about  the  family.

Later   on  this  lady  made  a   special  trip  to  Australia  to  meet  my  father in law,  his  brothers   and  all   of  the  family.

Just In Time

A story retold by someone else...😀

Last night i forwarded a 3 tammuz video for kids to my daughter mussie with a comment to her about the video. I only realised after i sent it that i had sent it to an old number that she had had for only a short time after she went to sem a year and a half ago so i resent it to the right number.
This morning i got a reply from this old number:
"This is not mussie, nice video though". 
Curious as i could see from both her profile pic and the fact we are both on  a whatsapp group for lubavitchers  (and that she appreciated the video) that she  is a fellow lubavitcher,  i wrote my name and asked her if we know each other. 
She replied that we dont but sent me the following message. 
"I must tell you that a few months ago I received a text message from this number: "Where are you? I am in the ohel. How are you feeling? Worrying about you". I had no idea who had sent me this text. But it was at a time that I really needed to hear those words. It was at a time that I was not able to personally go to the Ohel (being that I was geographically far from NY) and had desperately wanted to go. It meant so much knowing that someone was at the Ohel, thinking of me. Although you don't know me and didn't mean to text me, it really helped me get past what needed to be worked through at that time. So thank you very much for that 'mistaken' text message!"
As far as i can remember I think i sent my daughter that message from the ohel, i had flown in from the UK,    we were supposed to meet there and she wasnt there and she had told me before i took off that she was feeling a bit under the weather. She never got the message and didnt need too because she showed up a short while later... but the Rebbe arranged the person who needed it got the  message. 

We enjoyed a short whatsapp farbrengen as we marvelled on the Hashgocha protis of it all,  and she told me she got the phone number a year ago. 
Hashgocha protis to its fullest extent!!! 3 Tammuz is approaching. Its obvious Moshiach is on the way!!! Look how the Rebbe takes care of us!!!
I asked her permission to share this story (without her name) as this is yet another way the Rebbe is with us in these last moments of golus.

Forgive

Hashgocha Protis As Told By Ruth Shmerling

During  World War 2  the  Nazi  soldiers  were  trying  to  take  over  one  country  after  another  in  Europe.

My   dear  father in  law, may   he  have  a  Refuah  Shleimah, Mr  Herszl Szmerling, grew  up  in  Kalish, Poland , which  is  the  city  of  the  Ramoh.

During  the  war  his  father  had  a  plan  to  run  away   from  Poland  and  enter  Russia. The   family  was   forced  to  make  the  impossible   decision  whether  to stay   in  Poland  or  try   to  flee.  They  decided  to  take   their  wives  and  children  and  run  away  but  tragically  had  to  leave  the  older   generation  back   in  Kalish...
Whilst  they  were  trying  to  organize  their  escape  they  left   my  father in law  and  his  brother  in  an  orphanage  run  by  Jan  Korszak.

The  Germans  invaded  Poland  and  it   didn't  take  long  before   they   forced  Korzak  and  all   of  the  children  onto  a  train. This  train  was  headed   towards  Auschwitz.  My  father in law  was  a   young  boy  of  seven   but  he  realized  that  if   he   would  reach  the  place  where  the  train  was   headed  there  would  be  little  chance   for  him  to  survive.

He   decided   to  wait  until  the  train  turned  a   corner  and  then  to   jump  out  of  the  moving  train .

He  also  decided  to  try   to  help  save  the  life  of  a  little  Jewish  girl  who  was  also  on   this  train. He   told   the   girl   of  his  plan  and  she   was  very  scared  to  do  it. But  my  father  in law  calmed  her  down  and  told  her  not  to  worry,  and  to  try   to  roll   on   the   ground...When   they   reached  a   turn   in   the  train  tracks  he  held  her  hand  and  they  jumped   out  together.   Thankfully, apart  from  a  small  bruise  they  were  both  fine   and  they  managed   to  run  back  into  Kalish  together  and   go   back  to  their  families.

Now   let's  fast forward  to  the  1980s in  New York.
My  husband  was  a   young  man  of  about  20  years  old  visiting  America  for  the  first  time.

There  was  a  group  of  young  men  going  out  on  one   of  the  nights  of  Chanuka  to  spread  the  light  of  Chanuka  to  Jewish  people  all  over  NY.
My   husband  hopped  onto  one   of  many  "Mitzvah tanks"  and  he   was   dropped  off  in  one   of  the  streets  of  Long  Island. He  went  up  the  stairs  leading  to  a  magnificent  home  and  knocked  on  the  door. 

A  Jewish  lady   answered  the  door, and  asked  him  why  he  was  there.

He  answered  her

"My  name  is  Mordechai  Szmerling  and  I  am  visiting  you  on  behalf  of  Chabad  to  wish  you  a  Happy  Chanukah."

"What   is  your  name  again? "
My   husband   repeated   his  name.
"Where  are  you  from?"
My   husband  answered  that  he  was  from  Melbourne, Australia.

"No,  I   mean  where  is   your  father  from?"

"My  father  is  from  Poland."

"Where   in  Poland?"
" From  the  city  of  Kalish"
And   what   is  your  father's  name?"

"Herszl  or  in Polish  Henyak.".

When  my  husband  said  the  word  Kalish  he  noticed  that  the  lady's  face  had  turned  completely  white.  Then  she  told  him   to  wait  just  a  moment. A  few  minutes  later  she  came back  and  showed   him  a  photograph  of  his  father  as  a  young  boy.

"Do   you  realize  that  your  father  saved  my  life?"  she  said  to  my  husband  with  a  tear    glistening  in  her  eye.

Then  she   told   over  the  story  of  the  train  and  asked  him  all  about  the  family.

Later   on  this  lady  made  a   special  trip  to  Australia  to  meet  my  father in law,  his  brothers   and  all   of  the  family.

Warm Shluchim Inspitational Video Clip!

http://youtu.be/TAuZdfnHlp0