The Magnetic Force of a Good Word
When I was yet a young boy, I was sent to faraway England. Due to the distance, I didn’t see my family for seven years straight! After this time, I returned home to Morocco and the family I so missed. I was surrounded by love and warmth. Then it was time to return to the yeshiva. But, obviously, my return was very difficult. I had enjoyed the easy life at home and many comforts which were lacking in yeshiva life. After only a few days, I grew terribly homesick and wanted nothing more than to return home.
During that difficult period, my teacher, the tzaddik, Rabbi Chaim Shmuel Lopian, zt”l, supported me emotionally. He encouraged me to remain in the yeshiva. For this, I am indebted to him my entire life. The yeshiva also started studying a sugya which I found interesting, and it drew me back into the portals of the Beit Hamidrash.
Without my mentor’s support at that crucial time, together with the excitement generated by the sugya that was being studied then, who knows where I would be today? I am forever grateful to the Ribbono shel Olam, Who sent me His good messengers and kept me sheltered in the tent of Torah.
