Sparks of Light for Shavuot

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A Story from the Rav on Sunday Bamidbar

There was Reb Michtze, Reb Michtze was a Jew who was a hundred years old, no one paid attention to him, they forgot he even existed. In Warsaw, it's minus forty, in Uman, there are days of minus thirty. I once immersed in minus thirty, in Warsaw half the winter is minus thirty. Reb Michtze lived in Warsaw, in Lodz, it's the same, and he was a grandson of the Baal Shem Tov, and he had no chassidim. In those days, there were no chassidim, they just sat and learned. When it reached minus thirty, there was no way to heat the house, he covered himself under ten blankets, shivering from the cold. Reb Getze came three hundred kilometers from Uman to serve him. He heard that a grandson of the Baal Shem Tov was lying with a million blankets, shivering from the cold, and there was no one to heat his house. Suddenly, he bought him some wood, some planks. These were also wet woods, because wet woods are half the price. In a second, smoke rose, and so he—Reb Michtze got up from the blanket, made himself a cup of tea, and then he—Reb Michtze, the grandson of the Baal Shem Tov, told him, "Listen, you Breslov, I have a story for you. When I was four, now he is already a hundred, Reb Michtze, when I was four, I sat on the knees of Reb Baruch of Mezhibuzh, my grandfather. I sat on his knees, and there sat all the great ones of the generation, and they mocked our holy Rebbe. I couldn't protest, I couldn't say anything, but he told me, 'My grandson Michtze, what he has in his sole, they don't have in their heads.'" -- Naftali Bazanson, Publisher of Sparks of Light [embeddoc url="https://www.dropbox.com/s/swi10wkfi60f82p/%D7%A0%D7%A9%D7%90%20%D7%A9%D7%91%D7%95%D7%A2%D7%95%D7%AA%20%D7%A6%D7%91%D7%A2%D7%95%D7%A0%D7%99.pdf?dl=1" download="all" text="Download" viewer="google" ]