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R. Shlomo Carlebach stories, from 'The Best of Shlomo Carlebach,IV:  Rest of the 'The Best'.
Jerusalem Star; Distributed by Aderet Music: 718--438-6131
Jerusalem Star:  130 Fisherville Ave., Willowdale, Ontario,Canada, M28 3C2; 416--633-5441; 416--736-4478
Copyright Circle-C Circle-P Jerusalem Star, 1991.
Tape is imprinted:  Copyright Circle-C & Circle-P, 1993; Allrights refsred by Noam Productions, Lted. POB 43100, Jerusalem,Israel; Tel:  972--2--512815; FAX:  972--2--511703; for saleoutside North America only.
[ie, Jerusalem Star seems to have North America, and Noam Ltd. hasthe rest of the world, ie Israel]

Comment:  As to moral rights of copy-right -- on each of the'Best' stories that I've heard, R. Shlomo makes a point ofdedicating them to his children.  So it seems clear that heintended any rights to and profits from these tapes and thesestories to accrue to them.

{Comment:  R. Shlomo tells stories very well, with much dramaticvariation of intonation.  So I think one can argue in good faiththat the availability of a written transcription should not induceanyone not to purchase the recorded version.
	Now, that said:  as I've previously noted, one might arguethat these stories are better presented without thesuperimposition of synthetic background music. 

EVALUATION OF STORIES:  Leftovers they ain't; as good as any orbetter.  Maybe they were a bit too subtle or sad for JerusalemStar, first time around.   Or maybe it's that in some places R.Shlomo's voice drops so low his words are barely audible.  For hetook on the voices of the characters in his stories, and oftenwould whisper the deepest or most personal parts.   (As, in histeachings, he often nearly whispers some of the deepest parts.)
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SUMMARY LISTING OF STORIES ON PART IV:  "REST OF THE BEST" 
The following summary is copied from =invstory:

PART IV:  "REST OF THE BEST"  STORIES
	The Tailor's Tallis
KORETZ, 200 years ago, REB PINCHAS, pupil of the Baal Shem


	Moishele the Water Carrier
Story told by the Sokolover Rebbe, the great-grandson of theKotsker Rebbe.   "In Kotsk they don't ask you, are you a scholar... they ask you one thing:  are you for real?"


SIDE B:  "Stories from the Other World" (!)
	1.  Forgiven at Last
Famous haddisische story, told of the SEER OF LUBLIN: 
  The need to be forgiven for a broken engagement 20 years ago.

This story occurs in Yaelbook as:  A broken engagement; Reprintedw. permission, Jlem Post Magazine 4/20/95
I re-input that version (as editted and published by Yael MeSinaiin `Shlomo's Stories') as =sheydh5  [that is the correct docname;docname previously incorrectly cites as  =sh_eydh5 ]
[appended] 

This story occurs as a teaching, input =sh85a9d5.  [appended]

	2.  The Busdriver and the Lady
A story of a Holocaust survivor, as told to R. Shlomo by an Eggedbus-driver.

	3.  The Bride, the Groom, and the War
The story of an hassidic couple who survived the Holocaust, astold by them to R. Shlomo. 

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SIDE A:  THE TAILOR'S TALLIS
Transcribed (sa) from The best of Shlomo Carelbach IV -- Rest of'The Best' 
START SIDE A {000}

R. Shlomo singing:  You'll never know.
R. Shlomo speaking:
{ synthetic background music fit for the phantom of the opera}

	You'll never know.  What do we know.  How much do we knowabout each other.   How do we know -- how much do we know -- aboutour own wives and children.  
	The truth is, every human being is G_d's image.  G_d is sodeep, G_d is so hidden; all we have [is] the privilege -- to loveeach other.
	Sometimes, G_d gives us a glimpse -- how deep people are --special people are.   And how deep, deep,  life is.  Gvalt is lifedeep.                                     
	So join me ?wherever you are?: {Singing:} You'll never know.

	This is one of the most important teachings of the holy BaalShem Tov.
	What do you know of another human being, what do you know, ifthey're {100} holy or not.   There are so many people who look tous, little [or: ?like they're?] coarse, a little bit unholy, butwhat do you know.

	This is one of favorite stories.

	I'm telling it to you, and specially to my children, Neshomele and Dari:  Please, I bless you, don't ever judge.          
{Singing:} 'cause you'll never know; you'll never know.

	In Koretz -- this is 200 years ago -- in Koretz, in the holycity of Koretz -- 

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{Comment:  It just occurred to me, after working with themfor about 10 years, that R. Shlomo's stories inhere primarilyin an oral tradition.  So in editting them into a writtenformat (eg Yaelbook, which is exemplary), much may be lost.}
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and the rabbi there was Reb Pinchas, one of the three greatestpupils of the holy Baal Shem.   
	It goes without saying:  every Jew was good and holy andsweet, every Jew ate kosher, every Jew went to the synagogue threetimes a day. 
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{Comment:  and sang to the synthesized music ofJerusalem Star.  
	Of course, that sentence by R. Shlomo was tonguein-cheek.
	But anyhow:  I focussing on verbatim transcripts, Iam trying to fend off a drift of R. Shlomo's teachings,as popularized by his soi-disant followers, intosentimentality and trivialization.}

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	But there was one Jew -- the tailor, Schneidel -- he wasnever seen in the synagogue, he was never seen buying kosher meat

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{Comment:  Block that anachronism; what other meat coulda Jew buy in Koretz 200 years ago.}
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he was never seen anywhere where Jewish people are.

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{Comment:  If he was a tailor, he would live in town, inthe Jewish community.}
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The only place you saw him at night -- coming out from the bar,drunk.  
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{Comment:  A kretchmer, I suppose; but would that be in town,or would it be a lodging house.}
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So basically, he was an outcast.  Only if your pants are torn, youwould go to him.
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{Comment:  Wouldn't folks do their own repairs of clothing;and a tailor's job be to make clothing?}

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One day, the holy Reb Pinchas entered the synagogue after theservices.  He sees there's a commotion in the synagogue.  And he'ssaying, {R. Shlomo's tone becomes just like his own tone, upon 
walking into a difficult situation:  calm, gentle, even apparentlydiffident, but very alert}:  'What's going on here?'. 

	Hah, they say the most low rotten Jew of the city died, andnobody wants to go to the funeral.  He says, Why, who's the mostlow rotten Jew, for the synagogue -- {R. Shlomo rephrases:} wholecommunity.                                                  
	And they say:  Avrem-ele the Schneider.  
{R. Shlomo adds, singing:} Avrem-ele the Schneider -- Avremele thetailor. 
{200}
	?The? Schneidel.
	The heilige Reb Pinchas began crying and sobbing.  He says,Oy vey, oy vey, gevalt, it's so heartbroken [sic, heartbroken] --my sweetest friend, the Schneidel, left the world.  What time isthe funeral.  I'll definitely be there.

	So when the people heard -- Reb Pinchas Koretzer who nevergoes to a funeral, has come to the funeral of the tailor -- 
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{Comment:  And R. Zalman Schachter, a cohen, came to theLevaya of R. Shlomo Carlebach.  Some say, it was probably thefirst time who was at a funeral.}
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out on the street there, everyone [is saying] that he is one ofthe 36 holy people.

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{Comment:  Now R. Shlomo might have said 'tzadikim', or even'men'.  But he didn't, he said 'people'.
	So that may suggest that he took an egalitarian view ofthe Lamed-Vav Tzadikim.}

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	Everybody came to the funeral.  Everybody was crying,Schneidel, heilige Schneidel, pray for me, pray for my children.
	What a funeral.

	And we know -- the holy rabbis teach us -- if you want toknow, if a person was important in heaven, watch the funeral. {Almost whispering:}  Was very special.

	After the funeral was over, Reb Yaever, who happened to be onthat day in Koretz, to visit his best friend, Reb Pinchas, and hehimself also a pupil of the Baal Shem Tov, walked up to RebPinchas and he says:  Reb Pinchas, I don't understand you.  Youcan fool the whole city, and they think that he's one of the 36holy people, but you and I know the truth.  He is not.  And he wasreally a very very -- simple Jew -- and -- maybe a little bitsinful -- but what did he do so special, that he deserves such afuneral.  

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{Comment:  I think this a typical move in traditionalJewish exegesis:  Start with the most exoteric, and workin toward the esoteric.}
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	{R. Shlomo singing:}  You'll never know.
	Reb Pinchas says:  Ah, Reb Yaever.  Let me tell you.  We knowso little about other people.  
	This is the story:

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{REFERENCE:  As noted, R. Pinchas of Koretz, 1728-1790.  
I do not place Reb Yaeger.}
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	If you remember, I adopted an orphan girl, Feigele, my wifeand I; and she was like {300} our own daughter.   She's now 14years old.    We got her engaged to an orphan from another city. And we borrowed money from every person we knew, just to make thewedding so beautiful.  
	The wedding was a few weeks ago.  And just a few minutesbefore the wedding, the groom up to me, and he says, Rebbe, youforgot to buy me a new tallis, a new prayer-shawl.  That's acustom, that the groom wears a new prayer-shawl.

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{Comment:  I had only heard:  It is a custom that the bridebuys the groom a tallis.  But maybe this is the originalcustom.}

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I said, Oy, oy, oy, y'know, I don't even have the strength anymoreto find a sponsor for your tallis; can I buy it for you in a fewweeks?

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{Comment:  So hear we learn, that it is merely a custom, nota requirement.}

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But he has tears in his eyes.   He has nobody, I'm like hisfather.  
	Ok, I says, wait a minute, maybe G_d will open gates for me. I walked down the street, looking to find somebody who'd give meten rubles, and I decided, the first house which has a light, Iknocked on the door.
	I knocked on the door.  And behold behold, the Schneidel, thetailor, opened the door.  So much sweetness, and so much fire. Ah(?) [or: And]  with so much holiness.
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{Comment: Sweetness is surely holy; but fire?
 I recall one time when I was having a difficult time doinganything in the heat of the summer, and wanting to be holy &feeling rather the opposite, R. Shlomo said, as I recall, Ibless you to be strong like a lion.  -sa}

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He says, Rebbe, I never dreamt you'd come to my house.  But Rebbelet me tell you:  There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do foryou.                                                    
	He says:  My sweetest tailor, I need 10 rubles to buy a newtallis for the groom of Feigele; everybody knows Feigele.

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{Again, a bit of an anachronism; one would not then buy atallis, it would be made, by a tailor.}

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	He says, Rebbe, G_d is my witness, I'm poor; but one ruble Ican give you.  
	I says, Scheidel [or: Schneider-le] , my susse tailor, Ibless you with everything.
	My heart was so light, I walked down the street.  Afer a fewhouses, I could hear somebody running after me.  I waited.  It wasthe tailor.  
	I stopped.  He was crying.  So much.  
`	I say, Schneidel, what hurts you.  What can I do for you.
	And the Schneider-er [or:  Schneidel-le]  says:  Rebbe, I'mashamed to ask you, but I have to --  Let me tell you -- let metell you, G_d knows I'm poor.  But if I give you the whole 10rubles, do you think I'll have a share {400} in the coming world. 
	I put my hands on his little head

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{N.B.:  In R. Shlomo's usage, 'little' is always a diminutivein the sense of being an endearment, not in any sense ofbelittling.}

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and I said, {R. Shlomo starts singing in a voice of great power}Scheidel, heilige Schneidel, I swear to you by the living G_d, Iswear to you by the G_d of Abraham Issac and Jacob, I swear to bythe G_d of our holy four mothers, I swear to you, you have a sharein the coming world.  I know how poor you are.  I know how much itmeans to you.  {Almost whispering:}  You have a share in thecoming world.   

	And he says:  I want you to know: I walked behind the coffin. But his soul was wrapped in the tallis which he bought forFeigele.

{R. Shlomo improvising on guitar, and then goes into a niggun.}
	{450}
{Fade out.}

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BEST VOL. IV, SIDE A, 2ND STORY:  MOISHELE THE WATER CARRIER.                                           

	You know, in Kotsk, the most important thing was -- not howmuch good you do, or how much bad you do.   Maybe you only did onemitzva in your whole life.  But the ?dearest? question is:  didyou do it with all your heart.  
	When you do something good -- it's beautiful.  Where's itcoming from.  Does it come from the deepest depths of your heart - or you're just doing it.
	In Kotsk they don't ask you if you're a scholar, or what kindof a Jew are you.  They ask you one thing:  are you for real.  
	Are you for real?

	So here:
	This is a story I heard from an old yid in [or: from] B'neiB'rak, whose grandfather was present.                      

	Every year the holy SOKALOVER, the great-grandson of [theRebbe of] KOTSK, would have a gathering at a certain night.  Andhe would say, tonight is the Yahrzeit of Moshele the watercarrier.  They would have a little feast, and at the end of thefeast the Sokolver {500} would start singing -- and join me:
{Singing:} Moishele the water-carrier

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[N.B.: R. Shlomo just sings a phrase of music; it does notappear to be a Sokalover or Kotsk niggun. ]
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So this is the story:

	Sokolover Rebbe told his hasidim:  I got married when I was14.  I married the daughter of the Rabbi of Sokolov, andeventually -- hopefully my father-in-law  will live long, buteventually, one day I will become the rabbi in Sokolov.  I'mwalking into the synagogue, and I'm a Kotsker hosid, I'm lookingfor one real Jew.  
	Oy vey.
	I walk up to the first rows in the synagogue, where all therich people and all the great scholars are sitting.  Everybody isspecial:  they're rich, they're scholars, they're beautiful.  Butreal -- not so much.
	I move down among the poor people:  yes, they are poor,they're sweet, they're holy, but real -- not so much.
	I'm so broken.  I have to live in a city without even one Jew -- one real Jew.
	I'm just about walking out from the synagogue.
	Suddenly, behind the oven, I see one yiddele, one little Jew,reciting the psalms.  He's for real.  I could see the Shechinaupon him.  I could see the glory, G_d's glory is upon him.  
{R. Shlomo whistling.}

	I walk up to him, and I said -- my toire yid, my susse yid --who are you.  He says, {R. Shlomo singing:} I'm Moishele thewater-carrier.                              
	I wanted to engage him in a conversation, but -- I guess hedidn't think I want to talk to him for real.  He walked away.  
	Hundreds of times I'm trying to talk to him, but he's alwaysso abrupt.  {600} I wanted so much to know who he is.  He is themost real Jew in the city.  He means it. 

	One day, one day, after many years:  I go for a long walk atthe outskirts of the city.  I pass by a broken house, brokenwindows.  I look through the window and behold, it's the house ofMoishele the water-carrier.  And he seems to have a party tonight. He invited all the tailors, all the shoemakers, all the watercarriers.  He is standing in the middle of the room holding a cupof wine, and they're dancing around him.    And I could see, G_d'sglory is upon him, the Shechina is by him.  I knocked on the door,very softly.  Moishele opens the door -- he's getting all red inthe face -- he says, holy Master, you're coming to me -- what anhonor.   I say, Moishele, believe me, it's my honor -- but whatare you celebrating tonight.  
	And it seems like he hadn't told anybody why [or: where] heinvited them.  	Everybody gathered around him, and Moishele begin[sic, begin] to tell the story:

	Nebuch(?) [or: Rebbe] , I grew up on the street.  I just knowhow to recite the psalms, and pray a little bit.  I'm a watercarrier.   I married my wife.  She was the most beautiful woman inthe world.  But not any more.  We have seven children.  {Singing:} They are up all night crying.  They're so hungry.  I can't bearthe sadness of my wife any more.  She's crying all night, she's sobroken.  Rebbe, don't laugh at me:   Every night, three o'clock,I'm running to the synagogue.   I open the holy Ark, and I say,Master of the World, I am Moishele the water-carrier.  Please giveme 1000 rubles just one time, I'm begging you.    Master of theworld, my children are hungry, my wife is so broken.  Master ofthe world, just one time.
	And I tell you the truth, I'm doing it for years, and Ireally don't believe in it any more myself, but I'm just doing itout of habit.  
	Yesterday, yesterday morning, 3 in the morning, I'm coming toopen the holy Ark, and behold, right by the door of of thesynagogue -- I see a thousand rubles cash.  
	Unbelieveable.
	I open the holy Ark, and I say, Master of the World, Masterof the World forgive me, for not believing in you.  It's true,it's true, that you answer every prayer, Tate, Suisse, {700} thankYOU so much for answering my prayer.  
	I danced all by myself like on simchas torah.  And I said,G_d, let it be a secret between you and me for three days.
I won't tell anybody.  
	And Rebbe, do you know how heavy the water is.

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{A water carrier, I suppose, carried to full pails of water,balanced on a pole across his shoulders, from the town wellor water-source, to each house. }

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But yesterday I danced from house to house.
	Rebbe you know, I never talked to anybody.  Yesterday, Istopped every person, I blessed them.
	Later, at night   I come back to the synagogue for theevening prayers.  And behold behold, there's a commotion.  Chanale, the wife of Avrem-ele the water-carrier, standing by the doorcrying.  
	Rebbe you remember, four weeks ago her husband passed away. And the community made a collection, and they gave her a thousandrubles.  She's standing by the door of the synagogue crying:  "Ican't find the thousand rubles."

	I was so angry at G_d.  I say, Master of the World, I don'tunderstant YOU.  If YOU want to give me thousand rubles -- takingit away from Chana-le.  But G_d, let me show you.  I'm not givingthem back.  Give Channa-le -- new thousand rubles.  And Master ofthe world -- you'll never see me in the synagogue again.  I won'thave part of a cruel god.  I don't want it. 
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{Comment.  So buy the tape.  Because with his intonation ofthis passsage, R. Shlomo says so much about why essentiallyreligious people turn away from what they think is formalreligion.  And it has something to do with innocece, andhurt, and honesty, and pride, and very much to do with humandignity; but to try to explain it in words is like trying toexplain, in words, the motions and expressions of a greatconductor, or even a great musician. --sa}
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	I walked out from the synagogue.  Never to return.  Butinside, inside, inside, I was crying so much.  Didn't know what todo with myself.
	I went home.
	Lie down on my bed, I put the pillow on my face.  I didn'twant my wife to see how much I'm crying.  Rebbe, I wanted to die.
	After midnight, suddenly I hear my own neshoma, my own soul,crying.  My own soul.  It says to me:  Moishele the water-carrier:you always prayed.  Now that you need G_d the most -- why don'tyou pray.                                                 
	And Rebbe, I prayed so much, like never before.  I say,Master of the World, one time, let me hear YOUR voice.  Master ofthe World, Taten susse, tell me what to do with the money.
	Rebbe, I swear to you, I heard G_d's voice, clear like abell.  G_d says, fast, Moishele, bring the money back, it'sChanna-le's money, it's not yours.
	And Rebbe, you know, when you hear G_d's voice, suddenly thehearts are filled with joy -- everything is GOOD again -- I wasjust in bliss -- got dressed fast, I ran [or: went] down to thehouse of Channa-le, I knocked on the window, and I yelled, Channale, I found your money.  
	And Rebbe, let me tell you something.  If G_d would havegiven me all the millions of the world, it wouldn't compare, towhat I felt when I put the money in Channa-le's hand, and shelooked at me, and she says, I thank you in the name of my eleven children.                                   
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{Comment:  Notice, she looked at him first.  And she did notthank him in her own name. }
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	Oh Rebbe, it was so good.  G_d is so good.  Life is so good.
	So tonight I celebrate, thanking G_d, he gave me the strengthto give the money back.  

	The heilige Sokolover would end the story, and this is whathe would say.  Have you ever seen -- a real Jew.  I saw Moishelethe water-carrier.  Have you ever heard G_d's voice.  There wasone Jew who heard G_d's voice.  Moishele the water-carrier. 
{Singing:} Moishele the water-carrier.
{R. Shlomo humming a niggun.} 
{END RECORDING, SIDE A}
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{END TAPE  SIDE A}
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THE FOLLOWING STORIES ARE FROM SIDE B:
This is 'Forgiven at Last'
I give it in three versions:  from %dh5, from Yaebook, and frombest-rest.

SIDE B:  "Stories from the Other World" (!)
	1.  Forgiven at Last
Famous haddisische story, told of the SEER OF LUBLIN: 
  The need to be forgiven for a broken engagement 20 years ago.

This story occurs in YAELBOOK as:  A broken engagement
It is editted by Yael MiSinai, which I input as =sheydh5  [that isthe correct docname; docname incorrectly noted as =sh_eydh5 ]
	Reprinted w. permission, Jlem Post Magazine 4/20/95

This story occurs as input =sh85a9d5,
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COPY OF =sheydh5, with rest-best version interpolated
[N.B.:  In =sheyd5 I have extensive critical notes, which I hereomit.]
Followed by shiur version, from =sh85a9d5

I take the text from its republication in the Jerusalem Post,which is identical to its publication in Shlomo stories.
I interpolate lines from R. Shlomo's telling on The Best of, Vol.4 ("Rest of the Best"; published posthumously.)   That version isdifferent from Yael's -- more colloquial, less verbose and warmer-- but I think not substantially different.  R. Shlomo does not inthat verion give a name to the woman, and so avoids the problem ofa diminutive name.  Many of the points for which I criticize Yaeloccur in R. Shlomo's version on Best, but many don't.}
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A Broken Engagement
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{Best4:  My beautiful friends, and Neshoma-le and Dari, I'dlike to share with you 3 really deep stories -- very verydeep.

	There's a tora:
	The Seer of Lublin said:  he heard from Elijah theProphet -- if you need somebody so much -- if you needsomebody with all your heart -- you can bring them back --from the end of of the world, and even from the other world.
	?Here's 3 stories about it.?
	The first story is unbelieveable:  a famous hassidischestory. }
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	A yidele {Best: man} came to the holy Seer of Lublin 
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[Seer of Lublin:  1745-1815.]
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and said {Best: says} : Rebbe, I've been married for 18 {Best: 20}years and I still don't have any children.   
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{Best:  G_d did not bless me yet with chldren.  Please blessme.'  The Lubliner says:  how much money do you have.}
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	The holy Lublinler saw right away that he'd have to force ananswer out of Heaven.  'Make an accounting of everything you own - the value of each item down to the feathers of your pilllow! hetold the yidele. 

	The yidele sat {Best: sits} down, made {Best: make andaccount} } an exact accounting, and annouunced to the Lubliner'All I have in the world is worth exactly 10,000 rubles.'	
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{Best:  He says, Rebbe, if I sell everything, even mypillows, even my blankets, I have 10,000 rubles.} {1}
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	'Go home', the Lubliner counseled him, 'and if your wifeagrees 
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{Best:  The Seer of Lublin says, go home, and ask your wife,if she doesn't mind being poor, then I can bless you withchildren; come back with the money} 
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, I want you to sell everything.  When you have the 10,000 rubles,come back to me and I'll tell you what to do.
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{Best:  He's back after a little while.  After a little whilehe says to the holy Lubliner, I have 10,000 rubles with me,what should I do now.}
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	A few weeks later the yidele came back.  `Rebbe!  I asked mywife if she were willing to be poor in order to have children andher answer was:  What good are possessions without a child?'  Sowe sold everything as you said.  My wife is a maid for the timebeing in somebody's house.  Here's the money. Tell me what to do!'
	The Lubliner replied.  'Sit down.  We must talk seriously.{2}  
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{Best:  The Lubliner says to him:  Sit down.  Want to talk toyou.}
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This is a matter of life and death. {3}

	The yidele sat down and the Rebbe reflected for a while. {4} 
'Before you married your wife, do you remember that you wereengaged to someone else?         
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{Best:  Singing:  Do you remember:  Before you got married,you were engaged to somebody else.  You loved each other somuch.  For so many years. And suddenly you broke up with her.You married your present wife.  }
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	'Yes, I was once engaged to Rivkale.' {5}
'Do you recall how you broke up with her very abruptly, and thenfour months later became engaged to your wife.  {6}
	Yes that's true.  It all happened very fast.
	'The woman, Rivkale  {7}
suffered greatly.  You won't be able to have children until you'veobtained her forgiveness. {8}  
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{Best:  Let me tell you, the first woman has not forgivenyou.  And until she'll forgive you, you won't have children.  He says Rebbe, this was 20 years ago.  This was inLithunania.  In ________ , in the little shtetl-le.  Whatshould I do now.  Don't know where she is.} 

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	'But Rebbe!  That was 18 years ago!  I don't even know whereshe !  But if you -- who can see with clear vision to the ends ofthe world -- could tell me where to find her, I'd go right away toask her forgiveness. {9}           
	The Lubliner give him a sharp look. 
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{Best:  Ah, the Seer of Lublin says, I'll tell you exactlywhere she is.  You have 10,000 rubles?  Go to Leipzig,Germany. }
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	Very well, I'll tell you.  Go to the fair in Leipzig. Takeyour 10,000 rubles and there you will find her.'
	The fair in Leipzig, Germany went on for only three moths ofthe eyar.  {10}

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{Best:  Everybody knows, 150 years ago, 200 years ago,Leipzig had the big fair; all the merchants came from allover the world.  The fair ?went for? 3 months.  He says, ?do?you have enough money for a hotel.  Go there -- you'll findher.} 
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	The yidele went to Leipzig and looked for Rivkale everywher. For three months -- day and night -- he pounded the streets {11}
searched the face {12} of every woman buying or selling, everybooth in the marketplace, but he couldn't find his formerfinancee.
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{Best:  You know friends, you know what it means, to look forsomebody for three months.  Wherever you are, you think maybethis person is somewhere else. }  
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	I don't know if you know what it is like to look for someoneimportant to you, desperately, continuously.   Wherever you are,you think she must be someplace else.  No sooner do you take upwatch in one cafe {13} when you're off, sure she's in another. 

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{Comment:  And that, sports fans, is why we look inphone books rather than messing with the occult.  Like,you can get information out of it -- heck, you can alsoget information for the CIA Press office -- but at thecost of relying on magic and being hoodwinked intosuperstition; in short, degrading your character.}
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He ran up to every woman of her height  {14} in Leipzig, certainit was Rivka, only to be disappointned when a stranger turnedaround.  He was a madman by the time the three months had elapsedand the fair was over. 
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{Best:  The last day of the fair, he has not found her yet. He's besides himself.  He's running through the streets,looking for her.  There's rain.  And he's standing under thecanopy.  And while he's standing there, a very beautiful ladycomes also to stand under the canopy.  So he moves away, tomake space for her.}
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	Exhausted and miserable the yidele walked the streets on thelast afternoon of the fair.  People were taking up their tents buthe still had not yet found Rivka.  A sudden thunderstorm and verystrong rain sent him ruuning for cover.  He took shelter under anawning.  A very beautiful young woman, also seeking shelter fromthe rain,  {15} came under the canopy.  He stepped aside to make aplace for her.

	The girl look at him with dark, penetrating eyes. Why  is itthat whenever I come close to you, you move away, she asked himquite sadly. {16}

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{Best:  She looks at him.  Hah, she says.  Whenever I come,you move away.  
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{Comment:  It's worth buying the tape, just to hear howR. Shlomo says this word, 'Hah.'}
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It's her.  {Very faint.} He's besides himself, he's lookingfor her for 3 months, it's the last day of the fair.  Fallsdown to the ground, kisses her feet}
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'Gevald!  Revakale!'  {17}
	Ah -- You recognize me after all these years. {18} 
That's good.{19}  
But you're married now!  Do you have any children? {20}
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{Best:  She looks at him and she says, do you have children?. He says no.  He holds onto her feet, he says please, please,I'm begging you, I beg of you, forgive me, forgive me forG_d's name, please, please only if you forgive me will I havechildren.  I'm begging you, forgive me.  }
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	The yidelle fell down to the ground and kissed her shoes.{21}
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	{Best:  He falls down to the ground.  Kisses her feet.}
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'Rivkale, please.  In G_d's name {22} forgive me for breaking mybetrothal to you.  I know I've done you wrong and because of tht,I can't have children.  But won't you forgive me?  It was so longago ... {eo} {23}
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{Best simply:  She says OK, I'll forgive you.  Under onecondition.  
	Remember my brother?
	How could I forget.
	 Exactly a week from tonight, my brother's daughter isgetting married.  }
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	Rivkale reflected for a moment.  {24}
It's true .  Eighteeen years is a very long time.  A lifetime. Yes!  I will forgive you, if you'll do something for me inreturn!'	{26}
	'Anything!

My brother is marrying off his daughter in exactly one week.  Hestill lives in the village in Lithuania where we were both born. He hasn't a single penny for the wedding. 
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{Best:  He doesn't have a single penny for the wedding.  He'smamash besides himself, he's losing his mind.  How much moneydo YOU have.  He says, I'm here for two months, I had 10,000but now I have only 8.  She says OK, I tell you what to do. For 2000 you get yourself the best horse.  You can changehorses on the way.  If you get in [sic, in] the horse rightnow, you can be by my brother.  And the moment you give the6,000 rubles to my brother, at that moment I'll forgive you.}
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Buy yourself the best horse you can find.    {27}
If need be, exchange it along the way.  You must get to him beforethe wedding.  At the moment when you hand him 7000 rubles to dowermy niece, I will forgive you. {28}
	You know, to ride from Leipzig to Lithuania in those days, aman would have to eat, sleep {29} and pray in the saddle for awhole week in order to arrive on time.  But the yidele had nochoice.

	'I'll do it!'
	Rivkale started to walk away, as suddenly as she came. 'Wait' the yidele cried after her.  'It's getting dark and it'sraining.  Can't I accompanying you somewhere.
	Rivkale laughed, a strange little laugh, and shook her head. 'No. Where I go, you can't follow.'
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{Best:  And she's walking away.  And he says to her, can Iwalk with you.  And she's  like, and  a very hard smile, saysto him, No.  Where I go, you can't go.   And she disappers.
	He runs to the hotel. Packs.  Gets a horse.  And youknow how a person looks like, riding on a horse day andnight. 
	He arrives at the commune(?).  And he remembers whereher brother lives.  Her brother's walking out of the house,tonight is the wedding, doesn't have a single penny, doesn'tknow what to do with himself.} 
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	The yidele had no time to lose.  He went out, took thepackage with whatever money he had left, bought himself the besthorse he could find for 1000 rubles, and left Leipzig.   Day andnight he rode, praying in the saddle that he would get to hisvillage before the wedding.  

	He was lucky. He arrived in his hometown that morning andfound that he still remembered where the brother lived. 

	The brother, meanwhile, was at his wits' end, trying to betready for the wedding.  The lack of funds to dower his daughterwas causing him a nervous breakdown. {30}
	Sudddenly, a man splattered with mud appeared at his door,shouting to him:  'Thank  Heaven!  I made it on time!  I'vebrought you the money you need for the wedding!

	The brother thought thaht the stranger was playhign with hisfeelings.  'Please!  I don't have the strength for crazy peopletoday.  My house is filthy as it is.  All I want to do is clean itup for my daugher, so do me a favor and leave. 
"You know how a person looks like, riding on a horse day and night
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{Best:  You can imagine.  He hasn't washed in a week, hehasn't combed in a week, he hasn't eaten in a week.  Walksin, he says, 'I came to help you!'
"`Ah,' he says, Please, have rachmonos, have compassion,PLEASE, I'm losing my mind, DON'T -- don't bother me today. Come back tomorrow." 
	He says -- No, I came to help you. {31}
	He says, you must be kidding, the way you look like.  
	He says, No -- I saw your sister in Leipzig, and shesends you money. } 
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	'No really, I want to help you.

	'Sure.  You and all the other shleppers in this town.  Have alittle compasssion [have rochmonos].  I have enough troubles of myown.  I don't have the strength for yours.' 

	'But Rivakle, you sdister, sent me to you,' the yideleshouted, 'Why won't you listen to me?'
	'Now I know you're crazy!  My sister's been dead for 18years.
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{Best simply:  He says, You're crazy.  My sister's dead 20years.}
{Best:  R. Shlomo whistles a phrase of a niggun, 
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because -- what else can one say.}
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{Best:  {faint} ____ was sitting down.  (?)It's too much.(?)
	He says, Look at me, do you know who I am.  
	He says, Oh yes.  You're my sister's first boy-friend. }
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	The yidele sat down. {32} 'That can't be true.!'
	'Sure it's true.  My daughter's named after her!  You don'tbelieve me?  Go, look for yourself in the cemetary!'
	'Nahum! Nahum!  Don't you recognize me?  I was your sister'sfiance for years.' {33}
	The brother examined the yidele's face more closely, thencertain turned away. {34} 
'Of course I remember you. 
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{Best:  Do you know how much she loved you.
	Do you know, ?late? in the night of your wedding -- shedied.  She was so heartbroken.  
{R. Shlomo whistles a phrase.}} 


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After you broke your engagement with my sister, she got very sick.She was so in love with you that she wouldn't eat.  The night youmarried that other woman, she died.'
	'But that's impossible!  I just saw her!  I spoke with her!'
	'You saw Rivakle?'  Where? {35}
	"In Leipzig!  She told me to bring this money to you!'
	The yideke told the brother the whole story.  How theLubliner had sent him to Leipzig, and, obviously, had broughtRivkale down from the other world to help settle accounts betweenthem. {36} 
How she'd asked that he dower her niece. {37}
	And the yidele gave Rivkale's brother the 7000 rubles. {38}
Shortly after he returned to Lublin, he and his wife conceivedtheir first child.
                                   

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YM adds as postscript:

There's as teaching from the Ishbitzer Rebbe 
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[Attribution to the Ishbitzer does not occur on Best4.  Maybeon %dh5.}
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in the name of the Seer of Lubin in the name of Elijah the prophetthat says;  When yuo really want to ask someone for forgivenesswith all your heart, you can bring them back from the other world. 
That is what happened here.

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{Comment:  No, this is a sort of allegory about ithappening.  And to miss that point is to led a solidethical/spiritual teaching degenerate into fantasy andsentimentality.  
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And what I'm doing here [ie, with notes to=sheydh5, included in that doc, but not this] istrying to head that bull off.}
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	But it works for love as well. If you know with all yourheart that your soul mate is in this world, then your great lovewill bring you together from the far corners of the globe. {39}	
	This is the miracle of how soul mates meet.  I bless us allthat we should find our soul mates.  Leahim.!  {40}

{Best follows with the Postscript, as in %dh5, of R. Shlomo beingmoved to re-tell the story at an engagement party.}
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{Best4:
	You know, my beautiful friends, want you to know anunbelieveable story -- especially Neshoma-le and Dari.
	I came to a city, gave a concert, and after the concert,people told me, tonight is an engagement, why don't you come. 
	I went there and I played, I don't know, suddenly I hadthis terrible urge to tell the story.  I told the story ofthe Seer of Lublin.  
	A year later -- get a letter.   The groom writes to me. Thank you for coming.  Telling us the story.  I want you toknow -- it was exactly my story.  I was going with a girl forfour years, and then I broke up.  I married this other girl. But after I heard this story, I knew what I have to do.  
	The same night, I knocked on my old girl-friend's door,fell to the ground, cried for her, and asked her forforgiveness.

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Mazeltov.  We just had a boy.     
{R. Shlomo whistles a conclusion.}

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	TAPE %DH5, Collection R. David Herzberg, SIDE B {619}-+ 
{638}
	Anybody wants to tell the story of the Seer of Lublin,tonight is the Yahrzeit.

{Woman in the hevre:}  That's the story that I asked for you   {R.Shlomo:}  Ah, Ok, you asked me yesterday, so I have to tell it. 

	There's a Tora in Mea Sheloach, in Beis Yakov(?), in Ishbitz,and it's brought down in a few places.                     
	Tora is like this:

	Imagine I hurt somebody's feelings, and -- (has v'shalom)[from intonation on tpae, 'has v'shalom apparently qualifies 'Ihurt somebody's feelings']  and I don't know where this  personis.  And I mamash I say, Rabbenu shel Olam, please, get thatperson for me, I have to ask them for forgiveness. {7}

	So the Ishbitzer says, I heard from my holy Rebbe the YidhaKodesh, who heard from the Lubliner, who heard from EliyahuhaNavi, that if you mamash mean it, you can get that person evenback even from the other world.
	And next day you walk down the street, and you meet thatperson, and you ask that person for forgiveness.

	Ok, let's assume, has-v-sholem, I hurt the feelings of agirl, let's say in Buenos Aires, I don't know where she is, andimagine mamash tonight [ie, the night of Tesha b'Av] {8}I dotchuva, I say Rabbenu shel Olam, please, one way or the other --suddenly tomorrow a car will come into the Moshav, who jumps out,that girl, right.

	Unbelieveable.
	But it's based on a story.

	Story is, that a yiddele came to the Seer of Lublin and saysnebbuch, I'm married for 20 years, and I have no children.  
	Gvalt, __________ .  Mamash tonight is the time to blesseveryone with children, mamash.  Because Tesha b'Av --

	You know, I heard a gvalt tora -- basically, you know I heardit from -- forget his name, one of our hevre -- 
	He said,  What do you need a house for -- you need a housefor your children.  ____, you can live in the subway.  You canlive on the street.  For your children -- it's all for yourchildren.  Such a ______ --- everything(?) had to do withchildren.

	Anyway:
	So the Lubliner says to him, how much money to you have, butreally, to the penny, even your forks and your knives.
	The yiddele mamash sits down, and he makes an account.  Andhe says, Rebbe, if I sell everything I have, even the pillows andthe blankets, I can squeeze out 2000 rubles. 
	He says, Ok, go back, and tell your wife, ask her, if it'sworth it for her.   To be mamash poor and have nothing -- then shecan have children.                            

	He goes back to his wife, and he says to her, what good isit, if we have [the wherewithal] to eat and to sleep, has-vshalom, and what good is it if we don't have children, has-vshalom.  

	Anyway, he comes back to the Seer of Lublin, and he says,Rebbe, I came back, and I have the 2000 rubles in my hand.
	The Seer of Lublin says, Sit down my friend.
He says, do you remember, before you married your wife, you wereengaged to somebody else.
	He says, Ya, I remember.
	He says, do you remember you broke up the engagement from oneday to the other [ie, broke it up unilaterally, withoutnegotiating consent of the contracted bride] and right away gotmarried to somebody else.  
	He says, Yeah, Rebbe, I'm so sorry, I do remember.

	He says, do you know, you never asked her for forgiveness
	Oy.  Gvalt.  She hasn't forgiven you yet.  And until you askher for forgiveness, you can't have children.

	Mamash, the yiddele begins crying, he says, Rebbe, I know, itwas wrong, I regret it so much.  But where can I find her now,it's 20 years later.
	So ?the Rebbe? says, listen to me, you have 2000 rubles.  Goto Leipzig, the big market, of the whole world.  And you know, theFair is 3 months.  Be there, and I bless you, you should findher.{9}

	Friends, do you know what it means, to look for a person. You don't sleep, you don't eat.  'Cause imagine you walk into arestaurant, you sit down, you think Ach -- maybe she's on thestreet.  You're on the street, you think, maybe she's in theCoffee Shop.  And you're afraid to sleep, maybe she's walking onthe street. {10}
	At the end of 3 months, he has not found her yet, and he'sjust about having a nervous breakdown, toward the end.  

	It's the last night of the Fair.  Tomorrow morning,everybody's leaving.  And he didn't find her.  Can you imagine howmuch he cried, mamash.  He probably didn't even have the koach tocry any more.
	Suddenly there's a terrible rain, and he finds a littlecanopy, he's standing under it.  And you know, a gentleman, sees alady, also coming to stand under the canopy, you move away.  Veryfancy lady.  And she {800} gives out this little -- sarcasticlaugh, and she says, whenever I come, you move away. 
	He looks at her.  It's her.
	Mamash, you know, he doesn't know what to do with himself, hemamash he falls to the ground,  mamash puts his arms around herfeet, he says please, I'm begging you, I'm looking for you allover.
	She says to him:  You have children?
	Mamash he says, please, I'm begging you, I'm begging you,please forgive me.
	And she says to him like this.  How much money do you have. And he says, you know, I had 2000 rubles, and mamash I soldeverything just to come here, because my holy master told meyou'll be here, and I'm looking for you.  But I still have 1300rubles.
	She says, Ok, listen to me. My brother's daugher is gettingmarried in two weeks.  In our home town, in Suvalk.  I don't know,Suvalk is one of the major cities in Lithuania.   
	And if you sit on the horse day and night non-stop, eat onthe horse, sleep on the horse, exchange horses every few days --every day maybe -- you'll be there.  The horses will cost you 300rubles.  If you're there exactly in two weeks, and give my brother-- 1000 rubles -- at that moment, when you give him the thousandrubles, at that moment I'll forgive you.
	And then she -- wants to walk away.  And he says to her,please, it's raining, let me walk you.  And she laughs, like alittle bit sarcastic, and she says, Hah, where I'm going, it's notfor you to go.  And before he looks around, she's gone.

	Anyway, mamash, he doesn't know what to do with himself, he'scrazy anyway, and now he's more crazy.    
	He runs out, in the middle of the rain, packs, buys a horse,jumps on the horse, is riding  on the horse, every day or two hechanges the horse, and he's mamash glued to the horse for twoweeks.  Cause you know, he has to get there before the wedding.

	He gets there the morning of the wedding, and knocks on herbrother's door.  And the brother sees him and he sees mamash he'sa completely -- you know what it means to sit on a horse for twoweeks, not eat and not sleep, how you smell and how look, right.
	He says, Please do me a favor, I have my own trouble, I -- Icannot handle this today.  Please, you know -- my daughter'sgetting married, and I don't have a single penny.  Please, youknow, I'm begging you. {11}

And -- you know, he says -- I came to help you!
	He says Oy, he's coming to help me.  He says {FNae}

can you please help me tomorrow, today I don't have the strength. He says, I'm just about having a nervous break-down {R. Shlomoaccents the 2nd syllable.}  And he wants to throw him out.
	And he says:  What are you talking about; he says, I'mbringing you thousand rubles from your sister!

	You know -- can just visualize it -- yelling at each other,both at the end of their nerves.

	He says to him, now I see you're crazy.   My sister is dead18 years.                 

	Gvalt.  You know, this is too much for him.
	He sits down with him, he says, please, have compassion, youknow, I'm also at the end.  Tells him the whole story.

	Gevalt, gevalt, gevalt.

	So you can you imagine, the heilige Lubliner, mamash broughther back from the other world.  He should be able to ask her forforgiveness.

	But I want you to know, friends, mamash I realize, in my, soto-speak, in my travels, whenever someone asks me for a story, Ialways tell them.  Because -- how do I know, what's the end(?) ofthe story, right.
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{RESUME TRANSCRIPTION FROM BEST:

SIDE B, CONTINUED:  STORIES FROM THE OTHER WORLD.  
2.  THE BUSDRIVER AND THE LADY.
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	Want to share with you an even deeper story, if I can saydeeper.

	[A] few(?) [or: two?]  years ago -- gave a concert for thebusdrivers in Israel -- Egged.  I mean, everybody knows, they'rethe cutest the finest -- unbelieveable people. 
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{Comment:  That is:  Egged, the public bus co-operative, hasplayed an essential role in linking Israel, in the face ofcontinual threats of terrorism.  What is amazing, asNetanyahu once said in another context, is how Eggeddriverss, who may bear sole responsibility for the bus, thepassengers, and themself, show grace -- usually a certainsense of humour -- under pressure.  "And the world doesn'tknow, because it's not for the world to know," as R. Shlomosays in another context (=sh9312hb).}
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	And they were there with their familiies -- they have apicnic -- all the busdrivers -- from somewhere -- in Tivon, in apark.
	And in the concert, I said:  `Busdrivers -- you're not simplebusdrivers -- when someone comes and asks you the way, from TelAviv to Haifa, you think they only ask the way from Tel Aviv toHaifa -- they ask you -- what should I do with my life.  Theydon't know the way.
	So I bless you, you should always know what to say.'

	During the intermission I walk around, and I talk to the busdrivers.  And a very simple bus-driver comes to me and he says, Iwant you to know one thing:  When I make kiddish -- it's holy. When my wife bentsh's licht -- it's the holy of holiest.
	Ah, I see -- a different kind of language -- I begin talkingto him.                                          
	He opened up his heart to me, and he says:  You know, if you?say [or: think?] that we? busdrivers -- are little rebbes -- thatpeople come and ask us the way -- it's true.  Let me tell you astory which happened to me a few weeks ago:  

	I'm driving the bus, the last bus -- between  Haifa and  TelAviv {so this would be quite late at night, around 22:00 maybe}. . After Zichron Yakov there's an old cemetary -- it's not really abus stop, but if someone's standing there, I pick them up.  
	A few weeks ago, I saw a lady standing there.  There wasnobody in the bus, I was all alone.  She comes on the bus.  I seeshe is besides herself.  She says, tell me the truth:  Did you seeher?  
	I said:  'Whom did I see?'
	'The other woman.   Didn't you see her standing with me?'
	I says, `You know something, I didn't pay that muchattention.'
	I see she's just having a nervous breakdown.  I say, sit downbehind me, and tell me your story.
	This is the story:  Neshoma-le and Dari, all of you people --open your hearts.  It's an awesome story.

	[The woman told this story to the bus-driver]:
	I was born in Lodz.  And when the Germans came to Lodz, I was4 years old.  I loved my father and my mother.  But the most,most, most -- I loved my Zeide.  My Zeide and I -- so special, sodeep.  
	Whenever I was crying -- my mother came running, and myfather -- but you know who came running first -- my Zeide.
	But sometimes I had the feeling, even before I cry, my Zeide?and me -- I want?  my Zeide --  he could hear me cry, before Icried.  When I was only crying in my heart. 
	The Germans came, one morning.  My mother said to me:  I'm sosorry, for a few days you have to go to a non-Jewish neighbor. Promise you won't make any noise, promise you'll behave.  I'll beback in a few days.  
	She ?carried? me.  My mother left.  After she left, the nonJewish neighbors came into my room with a kitchen knife.   Andthey held it over me and they said, If you make noise, we'll haveto kill you.  'Cause you'll endanger our life, and the life of ourchildren. 
	I never said one word.  I never cried.  But inside, deep deepinside, I was crying.  And I was always wondering, if my Zeide -- hears  me cry.
	The War came to an end.  I came to Israel, with thousands ofkids.  Got married.  Have grown up children.  I never told anybodyabout my Zeide.  The hurt was too deep.  
	Few weeks ago, I was at a party.  The people began tellingstories to each other.   Where they were born.  I said, I'm fromLodz.  And a yid comes up and he says:  What's your name -- whowere you.    And somehow -- I mentioned my Zeide -- I rememberedhim. 
	He says:  'You know something -- I knew your Zeide.  Do youknow that your Zeide survived Auchwitz, he came to Israel.  And heknew that everybody -- was not there any more.  But he knew thatyou're alive.  He came looking for you.   When he couldn't findyou -- he died of heart-ache.   And he's buried in the cemetary,outside Zichron Yakov.
{R. Shlomo whistling}

	Her Zeide.  Suddenly her Zeide was alive again.  

[The woman continues:]
	This morning I decided to go the cemetary -- to look for mygrandfather's grave.  Took me a long time.  Only just about --sunset -- found his grave. 
	I haven't spoken to my Zeide [in] so long.
	Suddenly I'm on his grave.  I fell down on the grave and Isaid, Zeide, my susse Zeide -- nobody ever took your place in myheart.  Zeide do you know how much I love you.  Do you know howmuch I miss you.   {R. Shlomo singing:} And I began crying fromthe deepest depths of my heart, and I said Zeide, Zeide, I'mbegging you, tell me just one thing:  Did you hear me -- did youhear me cry.  All those years when I was crying inside -- did youhear me.  {R. Shlomo almost whispering:}  And I was yelling, thetop of my lungs -- Zeide ---- just tell me, did you hear me.
	I'm crying -- suddenly had this -- unbelieveable flash --maybe my mother's also alive -- maybe she's somewhere looking forme -- and I yelled, Zeide -- where's my mother.  Zeide, I'mbegging you, tell me. 
	Do you know what happened to me.  Suddenly I saw a woman,?less than? dark -- I couldn't see her face -- but she embraced me-- she kissed me -- 

	The bus driver said:  You know what she said to me: Everybody can embrace you, but the way your mother holds you --it's only one person in the world -- your mother. 
	I never forgot -- the way my mother kisses me.  This womanwas holding me.  And she said to me, in Yiddish:  My teire kind,suisse kind -- I swear to you, I swear to you, your Zeide heardyou all the time.   I swear to you, your Zeide hears you today. 
	And I was saying -- where's my mother, where's my mother. She kept on saying, Your Zeide hears you all the time. 
	I don't know how long this was going on.  Then she says tome, My suisse kind, my teire kind -- ________ .  Zeide.  Come,I'll take you to the bus station.
	Did you see her.
{R. Shlomo strums some chords, and then whistles a long phrase.}
{R. Shlomo singing a niggun:  I think the Berditchever niggun.  Itbegins sadly, but grows to a tone of almost sad triumph.}
Children -- live long, live long.  I want to bless you -- GoodShabbos. 
	{777}
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STORY:  THE BRIDE, THE GROOM, AND THE WAR            

Ok  children.  So far I told you stories about -- bringing peopleback from the other world. 
	How about? keeping people alive.   If you want to seesomebody -- you can keep them alive, keep yourself alive.   
	Little bit of a sad story:
	You know, my beautiful friends, for good or from bad, what dowe know.                              
	Before the War in Poland, especially by hassidische yidden,the bride and the groom -- saw each for one second before thewedding, and then -- people were hoping, it'll  work out.
	You see -- what do I know.  Today people see each other 100times, and it still doesn't work.  What do I know. 
	But anyway, this is the story:

	In Poland, a hassidische young man, 17 years old, getsmarried to a daughter of a hassidische yid, she is 16.  They saweach other one second before the chuppah.  
	At night they come home, and she looks at him and she says,  do you really think I'll stay with you -- I don't love you. You're disgusting; I don't ever want to see you again.
	She opens the door.  She ran out.  {R. Shlomo whispers: ?Hewas so heartbroken?].  ?It was crazy.?
	It was the next day.  The Germans came.  
	He was one of the first people to be arrested.
	Miraculously, miraculously he survived.
	He knew his parents were killed, his brothers and hissisters.  And as much as he was so angry, at his wife who ran outupon him, he wanted so much to know that she is alive.   All thetime he was -- looking for her.  Strange.  
	After the War he's coming to Lodz, there was like theheadquarters of -- people looking for their relatives.   He wentthere every day.
	One day, one day -- he walks in there -- who's by the door. His wife.  
	And you know what's she's telling him:  
	It was a thousand times I was supposed to die -- or a milliontimes, they wanted to push me in the gas chambers.  But I knew onething:  I have to remain alive, because I have to see you, to askyou for forgiveness.  Please forgive me.   You didn't know howmuch I love you. 
	He says: Do you know something:  we just saw each other forminutes.  You treated me so bad.  Do you know how much I care foryou.   You know what kept me alive -- there's only one thing keptme alive -- I was hoping, maybe ?maybe? ____ _ -- I'll see youafter the War.
                               
	Want you to know:  
	The first shabbos both of them arrived in America, they wereguests at my father's house.  They told us the story. 
	Just a few weeks ago, [I] was invited to their grandson'sbar-mitzva.  Mazeltov.

	Friends, when you love somebody, even from afar, you can keepthem alive.

{R. Shlomo sings a niggun}.    
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