He went to the bank every Thursday morning. On this particular
morning, it was his misfortune to be served by a bank clerk
who was improperly dressed. According to him, it wasn't even
`dressed'...
Suddenly, this elderly gentleman reprimanded the girl in no
uncertain terms. He told her how she was causing others
distress by exposing them to her brazen lack of modesty. The
girl exploded.
"You people think you can impose your restrictions on us and
tell us how to dress and how to behave... If you don't like
it, wait for the teller over there. He'll eventually be
free."
The customer left, perhaps forgetting the incident, or perhaps
not. A week later the bank clerk was invited to a wedding.
Dressing herself in her finery, she had a thought. This was a
religious wedding. Maybe there was something in the rabbi's
words, after all? She decided to wear a light jacket.
Weddings are hot affairs, and after a while, the girl began to
feel uncomfortable in the unaccustomed jacket. Nevertheless,
she had made a decision, and resolved that rather than take
off the uncomfortable garment, she would go outside for a
breath of fresh air.
As she was cooling off outside, the floor of the Versailles
hall collapsed.
The girl realized that if she had taken off her jacket and
remained inside, she would have been part of the disaster.
The next time she went to work, she looked up the phone number
of the previous week's client and thanked him for saving her
life.
He had done his mitzva and so had she!
All You Thirsty Ones...
by D. Shain
A young man from Beitar was in Bnei Brak for some good reason.
As he was making his way towards his destination, he saw a
large crowd gathering around someone. Naturally curious, he
asked a person on the edge what was the cause of this
convergence.
"The municipality is giving out fresh water," was the answer.
It was the day that the Health Ministry officials had
pronounced the water of the greater Tel Aviv area unfit for
drinking, and it had been imperative, in the summer heat, to
provide drinking water for the population.
He walked on and saw an even bigger crowd standing patiently,
and impatiently, at the entrance to a building. And what was
this? he asked another person.
"Oh, you're obviously not a Bnei Brakan," smiled the Jew.
"This is the home of R' Chaim Kanievsky. All these people are
waiting to get in, whether for advice, for a blessing, or for
whatever questions they have..."
Water, water, everywhere, in Bnei Brak!
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