Shabbos: Ta’am HaChaim Behaaloscha 5770

שבת טעם החיים בהעלתך תש"ע
Shabbos: Ta’am HaChaim Behaaloscha 5770

Our enemies should be “removed”

Introduction
איש על דגלו באתת לבית אבתם יחנו דבר אל בני ישראל ואמרת אלהם איש או אשה כי יפלא לנדר נדר נזיר להזיר לה', speak to the Children of Israel and say to them: A man or woman who shall dissociate himself by taking a Nazarite vow of abstinence. (Bamidbar 6:2)
In this week’s parshaha we read the words that we recite every time we take out the Torah from the Ark to read in public. It is said (Bamidbar) vayehi binsoa haaron vayomer Moshe kumah hashem viyafutzu oyvecho viyanusu misanecha mipanecha, when the Ark would journey, Moshe said, “ Arise, HaShem, and let your foes be scattered, let those who hate You flee from before You.” The word kumah is normally translated as arise, but here Rashi offers a novel explanation. Rashi writes that Moshe was instructing HaShem, so to speak, to stop, as the Ark, reflecting the Divine Presence, had travelled three days ahead of the Jewish People. Thus, Moshe was requesting from HaShem that the Ark stop and wait for the camp to catch up. How does this idea connect with Moshe’s request that HaShem disperse the Jewish People’s enemies? Furthermore, the Medrash states that the Ark would level mountains to make the Jews’ travels easier. What enemies was Moshe cornered about in the Wilderness that He felt it necessary to offer a special request that the Ark cause their enemies to disperse?

A story of a miraculous “curse”
The story is said of a family in Israel where the mother, Mrs. Fixler, would prepare the most delicious simanim, symbolic foods, every year in honor of Rosh Hashanah. One year their two oldest children, Yaakov Dan and Chavah Miriam, a twin boy and girl, travelled to the Ukraine. The girl was involved in Jewish outreach. She had her mother pack one hundred portions of her mouth weathering simanim so she could treat her protégés to an unforgettable culinary experience. Yaakov Dan was travelling to Uman, where thousands of Jews would gather together to pray at the gravesite of Rabbi Nachman from Breslov. Yaakov Dan and Chavah Miriam were already 32 years old and they were still not married. Following them were six other children, who ranged in ages from 30 down to 18, and they were all ready for marriage. Up to this point, however, none of them children had managed to find their bashert, their pre-destined match.
That year, Mrs. Fixler sprained her ankle right before Rosh Hashanah, and her twin daughters took over her role of distributing here delectable simanim to relatives from near and far. The first night of Rosh Hashanah, the elderly grandfather, Reb Chaim Fixler ate with the family. Reb Chaim had become somewhat senile after the passing of his wife, and often he was not even capable of remembering who his family members were. The family began to partake of these special simanim that Mrs. Fixler had prepared, and they would recite the traditional yehi Ratzon sheyistalku soneinu, may it be Your will that our enemies be removed. To everyone’s shock, the old man recited fervent the words yehi Ratzon sheyistalku yeladeinu¸ that our children be removed. Everyone began shouting at him, “Saba, don’t say that you are cursing your own grandchildren.” Mrs. Fixler was particularly distraught, as she had lost her mother at a young age, and she was still sensitive. She burst into tears and her husband had difficulty calming her down. Immediately following Rosh HaShanah, Reb Sholom took his father back to the old-age home. He and his wife then called Chavah Miriam to find out how she had fared in the Ukraine. They were shocked to learn that the simanim that Mrs. Fixler had sent her daughter never arrived. Shortly afterwards Yaakov Dan called in hysterics. “I am calling from the Kiev police station,” he announced. It turned out that he and his friends had thought that they could fly to Germany and from there to Kiev, and then they would be able to obtain visas in Kiev. Instead, they were refused entry to Kiev and the authorities asked them to fly back to Germany. When the men realized that they would not be able to make it to Germany before Yom Tov, they refused to board the plane and they were arrested. The men spent the entire Rosh HaShanah in prison with no Shofar and no minyan, and they subsisted on the candy and snack food that the two children with them had brought on the trip. To their good fortune, a community activist was able to obtain their release after Yom Tov and they continued on to Uman to pray by the gravesite of Reb Nachman from Breslov.
Following all these disturbing incidents, the Fixler family was sure that they were in for a troublesome year ahead. Heaven, however, decreed otherwise. Later in the year both Yaakov Dan and Chavah Miriam found their partners in life and went on to establish fine homes. Their grandfather’s supposed “curse” of asking Hashem to “remove our children” was actually transformed into a blessing, as the children were indeed “removed” from their homes and they settled into their own homes, happily married.
Moshe prays for “hidden” miracles
In a similar vein, we are all familiar with the outright miracles that HaShem performs for His beloved nation, vanquishing our enemies in battle. Moshe, however, prayed to HaShem to stop and “let your foes be scattered, let those who hate You flee from before You.” Moshe was asking HaShem that the Divine Presence should allow that even those enemies who were plotting against the Jewish People, like Balak and Balaam, should not be allowed to bring their diabolical schemes to fruition.
The Shabbos connection
Throughout the week we are forced to confront the forces of evil that threaten us from without and from within. The Evil Inclination and the enemies of the Jews are constantly scheming to bring about our downfall. We pray to HaShem to assist us in our efforts of resisting our foes and we hope that our prayers will be answered. On Shabbos, however, the Zohar teaches us that kol dinin misabrin minah, all harsh judgments are removed from Her, as the luminous light of Shabbos banishes all of our enemies and allows us to bask in the glory of HaShem’s light.

Shabbos Stories
Healing through a ruse
The young man didn't know what else to do. He was suffering from a degenerative disease that grew worse with each passing week, and not a single one of the doctors he had gone to could successfully diagnose his illness - let alone find a cure. All was not entirely hopeless, however. In happier and healthier days he had been a talmid (student) of the holy Chafetz Chaim, Rabbi Yisrael Meir Kagan of Radin zt"l. As a last resort, he decided he would make the trip to Radin and ask his Rebbe for a blessing.
The young man arrived in Radin totally exhausted from his journey, but his longing to once again gaze upon the holy face of the Chafetz Chaim was stronger than his tiredness. So, as soon as he got off the train, he made his way to his Rebbi's home.
The Chafetz Chaim remembered the talmid well. His heart ached to see him in such a state, and he wholeheartedly agreed to help - but on one condition. "You must never divulge to anyone," said the Chafetz Chaim, "what is about to happen."
The young man, of course, agreed to the terms. The Chafetz Chaim instructed the talmid to travel to the town of a certain little-known rabbi. "Tell him exactly what you told me," said the Chafetz Chaim. "Ask him for a beracha, which he will surely give you, and with HaShem’s help you will be healed."
The young man did not have to be told twice. He found lodgings in Radin for the night, and the next morning he rose early and boarded the first train to the town of the mysterious rabbi. By the afternoon, he sat with this rabbi, who listened with great sympathy to his plight. He gave him a heartfelt beracha for a refuah shleima (full recovery), just as the Chafetz Chaim had predicted.
After so much travel, the man needed a good rest. He found simple lodgings in town and slept well that night, but the next morning he found it difficult to get up. He therefore remained at the small inn for another day, and another. The rest began to have a positive effect on him, and after a week he began to feel a little stronger. Slowly, day by day, he could feel his previous strength coming back. After thirty days had passed, his illness had almost completely disappeared. Ten days later, he was in such good health and spirits that it was almost impossible to believe that less than two months before he had been knocking on death's door.
Years passed; he bore a family of his own. Yet despite the colds and flues that came up, he never once said a word about his miraculous recovery.
Twenty years after his illness, his sister-in-law became ill with a strange disease that baffled the doctors. After hearing the details of her symptoms, he realized she was suffering from the exact same illness that had afflicted him so many years ago. But what could he do? He remembered the instructions of the Chafetz Chaim, and he kept silent.
His sister-in-law grew steadily weaker. The man's wife became distraught. In the back of her mind, she remembered that her husband had once mentioned a miraculous recovery that he had experienced for an illness in his youth. She begged her husband to tell her more - perhaps what had helped him might also cure her sister. But he refused to say a word. His wife, however, continued to plead with him, and in time his defenses crumbled.
After careful consideration, he came to the conclusion that he would tell all. After all, with his sister-in-law hovering between life and death, it was within his rights to reveal the secret. He sat his wife down and told her about the trip he had made so many years ago to the home of the Chafetz Chaim, and subsequently to the city of the mysterious rabbi. He described to her how he began to recuperate from his illness almost immediately after receiving this rabbi's bracha. His wife found hope in his story; she begged her husband to once again make the journey to the same rabbi.
As they spoke, however, he felt the beginnings of a headache. As the night wore on, the pain intensified. By the end of the week, he
realized he was once again in the grips of the same illness that had plagued him twenty years ago. "I must go to Radin while I am still able to travel," he told his wife, "and seek out the advice of the Chafetz Chaim. He will tell me what to do for myself, as well as for your sister."
The Chafetz Chaim was already elderly and frail, but he recognized his talmid instantly. His initial pleasure at seeing his former student quickly vanished, though, as he realized what had happened.
"I'm sorry but I can't help you this time," the Chafetz Chaim told him. "You see - back then I was still young and strong, and I was able to fast for 40 days on your behalf. But now I'm too frail and old to take that kind of fasting upon myself." It had all been a ruse - to hide the true source of the man's salvation. (www.Torah.org)
The Sefer Binei Yissachar
Rabbi Tzvi Elimelech of Dinov was on his way to visit his Rebbe, the Chozeh (Seer) of Lublin. During the journey he began to wonder from which of the Twelve Tribes he descended.

"Why is it," he thought to himself, "that as soon as Chanukah nears, I always experience a special spiritual delight? I cannot be descended from the Chashmonaim, for I am not of the priestly family. So where does this special feeling come from?"

Rabbi Tzvi Elimelech decided that when he was in Lublin, he would ask his Rebbe. Upon arriving at the Chozeh's court, before he even managed to say a word, the Chozeh said: "You are descended from the Tribe of
Yissachar. As to why you experience what you do on Chanukah, it is because in the time of the Holy Temple you were a member of the Rabbinical Court of the Chashmonaim" for the Tribe of Yissachar traditionally supplied the scholars who manned the Rabbinical Court in Temple times.

That is why Reb Tzvi Elimelech entitled his learned book on the festivals, Binei Yissachar - the Sons of Yissachar. (http://www.weeklylchaim.com/lchaim/5763/747)

Rav Chaim Volozhin - Shas Is Shas

In the time of Rav Chaim of Volozhin, there was a baal habayis who had completed the entire Shas. Rav Chaim would stand up for him when he would enter the room. The talmidim of R' Chaim felt that it was an affront to his kavod to stand up for a baal habayis. They protested to R' Chaim, saying that although the baal habayis did learn Shas and spent a lot of time learning, he didn't know the Shas in depth, so it was not respectful for a great Gaon like himself to stand up for him.
R' Chaim answered that there are two types of Shas - the Vilna Shas which was a beautiful Shas with a quality print, and another Shas printed in Poland which was of lesser quality with inferior print. Rav Chaim explained that if one had these two Shasim, he wouldn't say the inferior Shas is not a Shas -he would merely say it was not as beautiful. Similarly, someone who knows Shas is someone who knows Shas, and therefore it's appropriate to treat him with the proper kavod.
A Photo Shoot With Rav Shmuel Auerbach
My son was turning three years old and it was time for his upsherin. Since I learned occasionally in the Bais Medrash of Rav Shmuel Auerbach's Yeshiva and saw him once a week, with some nudging from wife I garnered the courage to ask him to do the honors and cut the first snips. When I managed to ask him, he told me that he is not the best barber but if I want I could come to him after Shacharis.
So we got all ready for the big event. We made sure to bring everything we needed for the occasion; scissors, candies, and a camera. When we arrived, Rav Shmuel was learning Chumash with a few talmidim huddled around his shtender. Wrapped in Tallis and Tefillin with his face shining, it looked like a scene from the past. Finally the group dispersed and one of the talmidim came to tell us that Rav Shmuel was ready for us.
Nervously we approached. I think my boys were more terrified then I was. He wished us Sholom Aleichem and asked my son his name. As I started fumbling with the scissors he asked, "where is the camera". Of course, the camera! I took it out and he called one of his talmidim to take a picture.
He held up the scissors and took a snip. He then turned to his talmid and asked if the flash went off. His talmid said yes. Rav Shmuel said he didn't see it and he should take another picture. He then held up the piece of hair that he had snipped off, together with the scissors, as if he was cutting it for the first time, and posed for the camera. I couldn't believe my eyes.
It may be a fake pose, but it was one of the most genuine and thoughtful displays of kindness that we are fortunate to have hanging on the wall of our home. Our gedolim don't waste their time with fulfilling mundane requests. They go from the epitome of the world with their torah and Tefillah to the height of chesed with their incredible care for every simple Jewish adult and child alike.
The Divrei Chaim Is Happy Being a "Hedyot" And The Brisker Rav A "Boor"
The Brisker Rav was once in Krenitz and stayed in the home of one of the Talmidei Chachomim of the city. When putting on his Tefillin the Brisker Rav looked in the mirror to make sure his Tefillin were straight. His host became very mad since the great Divrei Chaim was vehemently against people looking in the mirror to check their Tefillin.
Not having the nerve to confront the Brisker directly, his host left the Sefer Divrei Chaim with a bookmark on the relevant teshuvah on the breakfast table, to send the Brisker Rav a not so subtle message.
Upon arriving to breakfast and seeing the Sefer, the Brisker Rav realized the problem and called over his host. He said to him, I see you are a Chosid so I will explain this to you in terms you will understand. One time when it rained on Sukkos everyone left the Sukkah except the Divrei Chaim. They asked him why he won't leave since the Gemara says that whoever remains in the Sukkah in the rain is a "Hedyot" and is making a mistake. The Divrei Chaim answered, you can call me a Hedyot but I cannot leave my beloved Sukkah.
Similarly explained the Brisker Rav, you can call me a "Boor" (a big Am Haaretz), as the Divrei Chaim calls someone who looks in the mirror to put on Tefillin. However I will still look in the mirror because all I care about is that I wear my Tefillin in accordance with Halacha. (Peninim U'Parparos Al HaTorah)
Rabbi Akiva Eiger Vies To Be The Caretaker Of The Mikva
Rabbi Akiva Eiger the gaon and glory of Klal Yisroel, was Rav for 48 years of his life... and he considered every second of it pure torture. He constantly thought of ways to exit the Rabbinate. When he was already in his advanced years and he was the Rav of Posen and considered the Rav of all of Klal Yisroel, he wrote a letter to his friend in a neighboring town where the caretaker of the Mikva had died.
"In my old age I want to support myself in a permissible manner and not through issur, from my own handiwork and not from taking advantage of the crown of Torah. Therefore I beg you to persuade the leaders of your Kehilla, on my behalf, to rent to me the town Mikva. I am prepared to leave my Rabbinical post and become the Mikva caretaker in you city... (Sarei HaMei'a 1:261) (www.Revach.net)
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Shabbos: Ta’am HaChaim Acharei-Mos-Kedoshim 5770

שבת טעם החיים אחרי מות-קדושים תש"ע
Shabbos: Ta’am HaChaim Acharei-Mos-Kedoshim 5770

Good thoughts require a close relationship with HaShem

Introduction
ואם האכל יאכל ביום השלישי פגול הוא לא ירצה, but if it shall be eaten on the third day, it is rejected – it shall not be accepted. (Vayikra 19:7)
Parashas Kedoshim contains more mitzvos than any other parsha. While the commentators offer reasons for the juxtaposition of the mitzvos, one mitzvah appears to be out of place. After instructing us to be holy, fear our parents, observe the Shabbos and not stray after idols, the Torah instructs us regarding the prohibition of pigul. The definition of this negative commandment is that when one offers a sacrifice, he is forbidden to entertain a thought of sprinkling the blood, burning the pieces of the sacrifice, or eating part of the sacrifice outside the designated place of eating the sacrifice. Additionally, one is forbidden to entertain a thought of performing one of the above mentioned actions outside the designated time that the sacrifice can be eaten. The commentators (Ramban, Ibn Ezra, and Sforno) write that after the Torah instructs us not to stray after idols, the Torah exhorts us not to defile the sacrifices that we offer with any stray thoughts.
How can one prevent foreign thoughts from entering his mind?
The mitzvah of pigul is not relevant in our times as we do not have a Bais HaMikdash and we do not offer sacrifices. Nonetheless, there is a relevant lesson that is contained in this mitzvah. One may wonder how it is possible for a person to prevent foreign thoughts from entering his mind. One answer to this question is that although one cannot prevent foreign thoughts from entering his mind, he can make a conscious effort to banish those disturbing thoughts. I would like to suggest an alternative answer, based on an incident with the famed Reb Mottele Chernobyler. It was well known that the famous tzaddik Reb Mottele of Chernobyl zt”l knew the inner thoughts and hidden secrets of his followers. Nothing was hidden from his holy gaze. However, he would never chastise others directly. Instead, he directed his criticism at himself, and the intended subject got the message without having to suffer the shame.
In Chernobyl there lived a rav who was a talmid chacham (Torah scholar) in his own right. This rav, however, wanted nothing to do with the Chasidim and their strange ways. He obstinately refused to pay Reb Mottele so much as even a courteous visit.
On Pesach, many Jews refuse to eat any food that was not prepared in their home under their supervision. On the last day of Pesach (Acharon shel Pesach), though, most people mishn zich, i.e. they eat others food as well. In fact, it is said that the holy Rebbe of Sanz on Acharon shel Pesach would eat food even from those whom he didn’t trust all year long. Perhaps this Rav was inspired by the spirit of mishn zich, because it was on one certain Acharon shel Pesach that he finally relented and made up his mind to once-and-for-all see what these Chasidim and their Rebbe were all about. He had heard about Reb Mottele’s custom of rebuking himself and meaning others, so it was with great surprise and shock that, no sooner had he entered the Rebbe’s courtyard when he heard the Rebbe mutter, “Mottele, Mottele, you must do teshuvah. you have partaken of chametz on Pesach!”
He realized right away the Rebbe meant him, but for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine to what the Rebbe was referring. “Perhaps,” he said to himself, “I didn’t pay attention to some minute detail? Perhaps I overlooked some stringency that most people don’t even adhere to, but I, being that I am a Torah scholar, should have been more particular?” “But what?” He decided he would immediately return home and look into the matter.
He searched his house high and low for any sign of an area that might not have been checked or cleaned thoroughly. He asked his wife, his sons, and his daughters if they had done everything with the same caution as in previous years. They responded that they had. He was just about ready to give up when suddenly he saw it. There, at the bottom of the huge barrel they had drawn and prepared especially for Pesach, lay a huge chunk of bread. Examining the water more closely, he could see tiny crumbs, barely visible, floating around. This was the only water they drank and cooked with on Pesach. Everything they ate had been tainted by it. He was devastated.
Broken-spirited, he returned to Reb Mottele, and humbly requested that the Rebbe give him a program through which he could repent for his sin, albeit unintentional. “But Rebbe,” he added, “with all due respect, one question gives me no rest. Your eyes see all; maybe I was wrong for not coming to visit you earlier, but you knew we were consuming chametz all Pesach, so how could you not have sent someone to warn us, and saved us from such a grave sin?”
“G-d forbid,” said Reb Mottele, “that I should know of a Jew sinning and refrain from telling him out of concerns for my honor! Believe me, until you passed through the gates to my courtyard, I had no idea what was going on in your home. It’s only once you came, and decided to form a bond with us, that I saw what I saw, and made it known right away.”
A close relationship with HaShem prevents a person from entertaining foreign thoughts
We can suggest that the lesson that Reb Mottele taught this man is implicit in the Torah juxtaposing the prohibition of pigul to the mitzvos of being holy, fearing parents, observing Shabbos, and not straying after idols. HaShem desires that we should develop a loving and close relationship with Him, and it is for that reason that we are prohibited to even have a thought of idol worship in our hearts and minds. Once we develop that close relationship, it will be almost impossible for us to entertain any foreign thoughts, whether they are thoughts of idolatry or of offering a sacrifice in the wrong time or place.
The Shabbos connection
Throughout the week we are barraged by thoughts that are foreign to holiness and spirituality. With the onset of Shabbos, however, all harsh judgments depart and we are united with the Oneness of HaShem and His Holy Shabbos. While according to Halacha one is permitted to contemplate mundane matters on Shabbos, there is an opinion in the Mechilta that on Shabbos one should not allow himself to be distracted by any thoughts that are foreign to this Holy Day. We should merit that HaShem will purify our thoughts and allow us to serve Him with truth.
Shabbos Stories
He wasn’t the man for the job
Rabbi Elchonon Wasserman, the Rosh Yeshiva of the Baranovitch Yeshiva, visited the United States in the latter part of the 1930s to raise funds for his yeshiva. Unfortunately, he made a greater impact on the America than America made on his yeshiva, and the funds raised did not help much. Reb Elchonon returned to a Poland clouded by the darkness of war to be with his students for the ensuing nightmare. The Nazis later murdered him together with his students in Kovno (Kaunus) Ghetto.
While he was in the United States, he was accompanied by young, enthusiastic students, my father amongst them, who felt privileged to help the great sage in his efforts.
Once, a student brought him to visit a wealthy man who had a philanthropic reputation. The bachur was confident that the meeting would prove successful. Unfortunately, the expectations proved fruitless, and Reb Elchonon and the student were shown to the door, empty-handed.
The young man left the house and sat down on the steps of the mansion utterly dejected. Reb Elchonon, who was quite tall, bent down to him, "Why are you so upset?" he asked softly.
"Upset? Why shouldn't I be upset? This man has the ability to support your whole yeshiva for a year, and he sent us away as if he does not have the ability to give even a dime!"
Reb Elchonon smiled. "The Torah tells us that Moshe was told to choose Betzalel to build the Mishkan. Let us assume that Moshe went in the street and asked where he could find Betzalel. Moshe was told that Betzalel could be found in the Bais Medrash. He went into the Bais Medrash and asked someone, 'Are you Betzalel?' The man said no. Should Moshe have been upset? Of course not! It's not the man's fault that he was not Betzalel! He was not born Betzalel and his job was obviously not to be Betzalel! Moshe went to another man. Are You Betzalel? Again the man said no! Should Moshe have been angry with him? Again, of course not!
"Well, my son," continued Reb Elchonon, "You can't be upset with him! He is just not the man that was chosen to help!" (www.Torah.org)
The Manchester Rosh Yeshiva Dances A Daring Dance
It was a cold snowy night in Manchester which made walking outside very difficult. The aging Manchester Rosh Yeshiva Rav Yehuda Zev Segal was outside on his way home when a car pulled up to drive him.

The driver told the Rosh Yeshiva that his wife had just given birth to a baby girl. The Rosh Yeshiva wished him a Mazel Tov and asked him how the mother and baby were doing. He said that they were both Boruch HaShem doing very well.

When the car stopped the Rosh Yeshiva got out into the snow covered street and started dancing with the father in the most unpleasant and unsafe conditions. The father asked the Rosh Yeshiva why he was endangering himself and dancing on the slippery street. The Rosh Yeshiva answered that whenever he hears that a mother and child are healthy after childbirth he is so consumed with Simcha and Shevach for HaShem that he needs to dance. And dance he did! (Heard from the baby's brother)
The Brisker Rav Inspects Before Accepting The Mishloach Manos
Someone came late in the day to the Brisker Rav’s home to give him Mishloach Manos. The Rav did not take the package but instead walked out of his front door and started to inspect the sky. The visitor was intrigued by this strange response.
The Brisker Rav explained to him that the pasuk says "Sonei Matanos Yichyeh", a person who hates gifts will live. Under normal circumstances I would never accept a gift, said the Brisker Rav. However today is Purim and there is a special Mitzvah of Mishloach Manos Ish Lireieihu which I am happy to participate in. However the hour is late so I needed to go outside and make sure the sun has not set on Purim, before I could accept your gift. - Chaim SheYesh Bahem
Rav Yehoshua Leib Diskin Warily Eyes The Moving Man
Rav Yehoshua Leib Diskin, the Rav of Yerushalayim, was moving apartments and had a number of moving men carrying his belongings to his new home. During the move, Rav Yehoshua Leib followed one of the movers who was carrying two stuffed boxes, one on top of the other. Rav Yehoshua Leib not only followed him out of the apartment, but he walked alongside him the entire way from the old apartment to the new one. All the while he kept warning him not to switch the order of the boxes and to make sure that after he rests and loads up again he doesn't put the bottom box on top.

After hearing these instructions incessantly during the walk, the moving man finally lost his patience and asked Rav Yehoshua Leib, "what are you so tense about? What difference does it make which box is on top?"

Rav Yehoshua Leib answered, in complete humility, that the top box contained his father's writings and the bottom box held his own personal writings in it. "It is not proper that even for a short while my father's writings should be on bottom and mine on top." The level of Kibud Av Vaeim by a tzaddik! (Chaim SheYesh Bahem) (www.revach.net)
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