An amazing inspirational story

proudmom

Wed, Nov 23 2005, 12:17 pm

The whole of Yerushalayim was in an uproar! A well-known man, a Belzer
>Chasid, and his wife had just given birth to their first child - a boy -
>after being childless for twenty-eight years! The sholom zachor that Friday
>night was the event of the year. Well over a thousand people came by to
>wish
>Mazel
>Tov to the proud and exhausted father. The food supply ran out in short
>order as did the drinks, but no one seemed to mind. At the height of the
>celebration, the crowd quieted down as the father indicated that he would
>like to say a few words.
>
>"Moreh V'Rabbosai," he began in a loud voice, "thank you all for coming and
>sharing in the simcha. Although I have no more food to offer, let me at
>least tell over a story which I'm sure you'll appreciate."
>
>The ecstatic new father composed himself and continued. "When I was a
>bochur
>learning in the Belzer Yeshiva, there was a cleaning lady who would come by
>every day to tidy up and scrub the Beis Medrash and adjoining rooms. She
>was
>a fixture in the yeshiva and devoted her life to maintaining the yeshiva
>building. She was, however, not a wealthy person by any stretch and as her
>own family grew, she was at a loss of options as far as taking care of her
>children. She decided to bring her kids with her to work, and as she
>cleaned
>and mopped in one area of the building, the young children would run amuck,
>screaming, crying and generally causing quite a commotion, in the rest of
>the yeshiva. At first, we put up with it; we even thought it was cute for a
>time. But after a while, the kids really began to 'shter' us in our
>learning
>and davening. Try as we might to control them, they wouldn't listen and
>continued on in their childish games and noise. A number of younger
>bochurim
>asked me, as one of the oldest in the chaburah, to ask her not to bring her
>children anymore to the yeshiva.
>
>"I agreed to talk to her and I brazenly walked up to her and told her that
>her kids were disturbing everyone in yeshiva and she should find some sort
>of alternative method of child-care for them. I'll never forget how she
>looked at me with tired eyes and said, 'Bochur, you should never have öòø
>âéãåì áðåí (the pain and
>anguish that one goes through when raising children.) The crowd gasped.
>
>"As many of you know," continued the father, "my wife and I have been to
>countless doctors who've recommended every sort of treatment. We moved
>abroad for awhile to be near an 'expert' which proved to be fruitless. One
>last, extreme treatment was offered and after trying that, it too, turned
>out to be just a fantasy; we felt doomed to a life without the pleasure of
>raising a yiddishe family. "After that last attempt, as we walked back
>into
>the apartment that we lived
>in for the past twenty-eight years, our entire sad situation hit us full
>force, like a ton of bricks. Together, we broke down crying and ask for
>forgiveness. I spent hours on the phone until I came up with an address,
>which I ran over to immediately. She did not recognize me obviously, but
>when I told her over the story, a spark flickered in her eyes. I tearfully
>apologized for my harsh words and she graciously forgave me with her whole
>heart."
>
>Beaming from ear to ear, the father announced, "Rabbosai, that took place
>exactly nine months ago!"