יום שלישי, כ״ט תמוז תשפ״וTuesday, July 14, 2026
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By T. Gestetner
And you can’t find a technician in your neighborhood to repair your fridge? Reb Moshe asked. Try to get someone else to come down. I tried! the man protested. I called a few, but no one was available. Look, he said, I need my refrigerator for Shabbos, or my food will go bad. Please! I’ll pay you double!
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Bentzy's heart was heavy as he thought of the implications of his tiny careless move… Hashem, he pleaded, help me figure this out!
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Within minutes, David the handyman was dressed and outside, walking with Yedidya toward their shack. When they arrived, the house was dark. It seems there had been an electrical short, too.
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A wedding poses a worrisome challenge: how can all the expenses be covered?
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The Rav, who had enjoyed the clear Torah reading expressed his wonder at the beautiful job. He also asked what brought the boy to the hospital over Shabbos.
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Chava shook her head as if to show she understood, while wondering where this monologue would lead. Was this woman also here for a job interview?!
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The conditions at the school Devorah was employed at were great. Perhaps she too would be privileged to finally find her calling.
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Finally, with little time to spare, Pinchas steered his loaded minivan onto the block where their hosts lived. Then he started circling. “Who can spot a parking spot?” he called out to his restless crew.
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Logically, it isn’t possible for you to make it to work on time. But there is a Creator. And nothing stands in His way.
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There was one man in a wheelchair, and some of the assembled were uneasy about leaving him behind. If they would begin pushing the chair, they would surely not make it to shelter quickly enough.
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If a person relies on human beings, Hashem will remove His hashgachah and leave the person in the hands of those whom he is depending on…
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This morning I entered the bank. While waiting on line, I noticed a small commotion. A number of people were standing around a young crying boy who was holding an Israeli 50-shekel note in his hands.
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“I have no words to thank you,” Marcus stammered. “But, would you mind if I ask you a question? Why did you decide to bend over backwards to help me?”
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David was surprised at the downright refusal, but he didn’t lose hope. He set out to another vendor and another vendor and another…
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As it turned out, the apartment had been a bit neglected and needed some work to clean it out and spruce it up. That had been the reason for its vacancy.
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“Literally a few moments ago, while we were driving, a young boy pushed the emergency exit door of the bus by mistake and he fell out,” the driver continued.
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Naftali nodded solemnly. He put the envelope in a safe place and Moshe left, hoping sincerely that he had left his treasure with the right person.
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He was so embarrassed! Here he didn’t even belong in the business class section, and he had inadvertently made an elderly passenger with legitimate rights to the cabin uncomfortable.
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In Eretz Yisrael, it is customary not to remain in a house without a mezuzah for even one day. This placed the rav in a quandary. What were they to do?
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Finding appropriate company for Shabbos was a challenge of its own. No longer a youngster, my mother did not enjoy coming to our homes and she did not appreciate large families with many children coming to hers.
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What disappointment! How he longed for the semi-comfort of being in his childhood surroundings. If he could not have his parents back, at least he could be in familiar territory.
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Peeling paint and mismatched chairs were not the only signs of deprivation in the Cohen’s Yerushalmi home.
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Hearing the argument, Reb Chaim jumped out of his seat and ran to the front of the bus. He withdrew some cash from his pocket, gave it to the driver on behalf of the anonymous fellow, and then returned to his seat.
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The driver’s confidence waned a trifle and after a moment or two he admitted that he had in fact stolen the car from the yishuv Maaleh Adumim.
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She spoke with a smile on her face, exuding a calm acceptance of her less-than-ideal circumstances.
July 10, 2026 
