Growing More Faithful
My son, Rabbi Moshe, may he live long, once came to me, together with two other avrechim. They were beaming. “What is the cause of your joy?” I asked.
“Honored Rav,” replied one young man, “you surely remember the young avrech, so-and-so, who was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor in the brain. He came to the Rav with bitter tears, pleading to be blessed with a speedy recovery.”
The young man’s story was starting to come back to me. The men continued, “The Rav told him not to pay attention to the doctors’ frightful predictions.
“He went for more testing and the tumor, which was clearly there before, simply vanished. The man is now completely healthy.”
I was extremely happy to hear the good news. I have no doubt that it was the merit of this man’s faith which saved him from a terrible decree. I am worthless. It is only the merit of my ancestors which protected him and returned his life to him.
