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!

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Steve Job's Last Words..... Very Powerful Lesson!

Steve jobs said this on his death bed

Steve Jobs’ Last Words -

I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world.
In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success.

However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.

At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.

In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of god of death drawing closer…

Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth…
Should be something that is more important:

Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days ...
Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.

God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.

The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me.
What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.
That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on.

Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.
What is the most expensive bed in the world? - "Sick bed" …

You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.
Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – "Life".

When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – "Book of Healthy Life".

Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.

Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends...

Treat yourself well. Cherish others.

Dear God, Why?

Uninvited To The Kinus

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‘I Have Been Disinvited from the Kinus Hashluchim’

Right: Rabbi Sholom Ciment. Left: Chabad of Boynton Beach.

Rabbi Sholom Ciment, a successful Shliach in Boynton Beach, FL, presiding over a magnificent Chabad Center with hundreds of members, was disinvited from attending this year’s Kinus Hashluchim in New York. But by whom, and why, might surprise you.

Writes Rabbi Ciment on the first day of the Kinus:

I have been un-invited to The International Conference of Chabad- Lubavitch Shluchim 5775 which began today in Brooklyn, NY.

Some 5,200 emissaries are registered at this conference, from 86 countries around the world. This, the largest conference of its kind, is an annual event that keeps on growing. Shabbos will be spent at “770” Lubavitch World Headquarters.  All of the conference meals and 83 workshops, over the the next six days, usually  facilitated in Crown Heights, can no longer be held there due to the conference’s spectacular numbers. Instead, the 138,000-square-foot massive Brooklyn Armory, once home to army tanks and drill hall of Troop C Cavalry Unit will house another type of infantry this weekend; this veritable army of The Rebbe’s Shluchim whose life-long mission is love.

Absent the physical presence of The Rebbe, the “Kinnus HaShluchim” has become the single most powerful source of inspiration for every Shliach in attendance. It is there, more than at any other time, that one can feel The Rebbe’s presence embodied in the palpable and extraordinary energy exuding from this mammoth gathering of his selfless Shluchim.

Knowing that his presence will be felt is precisely what uninvited me.

It began some 6 months ago. Into a Shabbat service came a young mother and her son. I immediately discerned that there was something different. Mother and child were changing seats often, the mother was extra vigilant of the boy. After services, an always welcoming member introduced me to 12 year old Nathan and his Mother Mia. “Nathan is going to be bar-mitzvah soon but no synagogue wants to facilitate it, so I suggested they come speak to you,” said the congregant and walked away.

In hushed tone, Mia described her son Nathan’s Autism and a frustrating inability to find a temple that would train and allow him a proper celebration for his special day. Without hesitating, I told her that I considered myself “an expert” in preparing special young men like Nathan for their bar mitzvah and I am prepared to do so for him as well. Mia gave me a look over, while pulling Nathan a bit closer and tighter. “An expert?” she asked unconvinced. “Do you have a degree in special education or have you studied Autism?” I answered, “no, but that shouldn’t prevent me from preparing your son for his Bar-Mitzvah. Frankly, I see no difference between a special or not so special Jewish child. Both have equal rights and fully deserve to be accorded their bar mitzvah,” I told her. In tears, she accepted my offer.

The ensuing weeks and months brought me the privilege of befriending a brilliant, insightful and sensitive young man; a special child indeed. Nathan learned by heart, in just a few sessions, all of his necessary prayers. His was an easier training than scores of young men who I have taught over the last 2 decades.

During one session, Nathan listened carefully as I described to him the tradition of throwing candies after his Aliyah to the Torah. Those lobbing the sweets I told him, “wish to ensure that you have a sweet life.” He dismissed my explanation as silly, saying, “that’s like saying if you throw books at me I will be smart.” Nathan remains unconvinced, but nonetheless is looking forward to the candy.

He decided to do something special as his bar-mitzvah project. Ever sensitive, his “best dog friend” Morty came to mind. This trained dog has enabled Nathan to go into public, effortlessly. Prior to Morty he would grow very agitated and simple errands became a monumental challenge for him and his family. “What about kids like me that can’t afford a Mordy?” Nathan asked his mom one day. “Can we try to raise money to get them a Mordy?.” Sure enough, together with his mother and his many friends and our community members, “Nathan’s Special Day Fund” launched. At his community party after Shabbat, Nathan will be presenting a check of $5000 to a representative of the Canadian organization which trains and places the service dogs into the homes of needy Autistic children.

When I discovered that the date of this year’s convention collided with Nathan’s big day, I quickly realized that I was just uninvited. To The Rebbe, each and every Jew is extra-ordinarily special. Observant or not, educated or illiterate, physically or spiritually handicapped, jailed behind iron bars or constrained emotionally, The Rebbe piercingly looked into the eyes, and even deeper into the soul, of each Jewish man, woman and child and all he saw was special. Some, like Nathan, were extra-special.

This year, the feeling of The Rebbe’s presence usually offered by being embedded in the sea of thousands of his selflessly dedicated Shluchim convening in Brooklyn, will be borne from the Bimah of Beis Menachem (named for The Rebbe), Chabad-Lubavitch of Greater Boynton’s Shul on Shabbos afternoon as Nathan is called up to The Torah. He will kiss it and then recite his blessings with pride, clarity and confidence as his friends, family and fellow community members celebrate a new and brilliantly special young adult Jew joining our everlasting and eternal people.

Then, after the candies are thrown, the dancing subsides and the desserts served, I will get on a plane to New York where “The Banquet” will be taking place. Holding distinction as NYC’s largest sit-down dinner, over 6000 Shluchim together with their lay-leaders will be seated in the South Brooklyn Marine Terminal, transformed into a resplendent banquet hall.  There, I will, G-d willing, merit to dine, dance, say L’chaim and re-discover, together with my fellow 6000 Shluchim just why my new friend Nathan is so very special, and why, indeed, every single Jewish man, woman and child in the entire world – as they will be represented in that august banquet hall – is so beloved and special, and will forever continue to be so, to the Rebbe.

Nathan practicing for his Bar Mitzvah at the Chabad Center of Boynton Beach, FL

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One Of My Favourite Quotes!

2 Birds Playing Ping Pong