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The Maggid announced: "There is a Jew who does not have matzah, and I cannot search for chametz until we find him."

"At home?" said Rabbi DovBer. "Oh yes... At home, it is a different matter altogether..."

The landlady on the floor wailing hysterically. Her only son, she sobbed, had agreed to convert to Christianity, and was being held in a locked room in a monastery.

Instead of answering the chassid's question, Rabbi DovBer dispatched him to the town of Zhitomir. "Go visit my disciple, Rabbi Zev" he said. "Only he can provide you with the answer you seek"

His students used to wonder, “What is it that he listens for?” The only sound to be heard from the edge of the lake is the croaking of the frogs! Who wants to listen to that horrid sound!

It was a cold, wintry day, and he suddenly found himself in unfamiliar territory. Freezing and scared, he continued to wander deep into the night.

With no destination to guide him, he slowly traversed sprawling forests and small towns, hoping to finally encounter what his rebbe had in mind.

With that, he signaled his driver and the carriage sped off before the rabbi had a chance to ask any questions.

The constellation of Chassidic heroes is crowded with great men. Less well known are the great women, whose influence has rarely been documented.

Can a person be as grateful for his troubles as he is for his joys?

The day of the wedding arrived. Hundreds of beggars took their places around tables laden with the best food money could buy. But then tragedy struck . . .

“Go in peace,” said the Maggid to the destitute and unmarried young scholar. “Accept the first marriage proposal that is suggested to you.”