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![]() The young boy grew up to be one of the Alter Rebbe’s most illustrious students, Reb Peretz Chein.
R’ Nisan proceeded to administer the medication prescribed by the Baal Shem Tov, and by afternoon the count was showing significant signs of improvement.
As they walked, a well-dressed man approached them and asked the teacher from Mogilev, “Do you recognize me?”
How a late night prayer-service saved a lost soul that had fallen to the depths.
The Maggid announced: "There is a Jew who does not have matzah, and I cannot search for chametz until we find him."
Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew open a window and knocked over a jug of milk on the sill. It spilled into the large pot of meat that was cooking on the stove.
Many children were sick and dying despite all the efforts of the local doctor, and the townspeople were desperately seeking a spiritual remedy.
I decided that if this city has such fine, humble, generous folk, how could I ever think of stopping to serve?
The beggar blessed me that the barrel would not run out until the final feast celebrating my youngest son’s wedding.
"If you have real claims against G-d," the Rebbe said, "then you need to take Him to a Din Torah (court case)."
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