Alexander ran away from the school playground, tears pouring from his eyes. He could still hear the children teasing him, “You are a Jew, you are a Jew.” He continued running until he reached his house. With shaking hands he burst through the door and cried, “Father, Father, the children are making fun of me. Is it true that I am a Jew?”
Alexander’s father, an important and kind nobleman, sat Alexander down on his lap and said, “Yes, my dear, it is true. Your father, may his memory be blessed, was a religious Jew who worked at my estate. Shortly after you were born, he died quite suddenly, and then your mother died as well. You were only a baby. I took you into my home and I raised you like you were my son. I love you dearly and one day you will inherit all my land and estates. But ignore the children, Alexander, they are just being nasty, you are my son, and you will always be. Don’t worry about it.”
Alexander promised the nobleman that he wouldn’t worry about it, but he was very worried. Who were his real parents? What did it mean to be Jewish? He took long walks in the woods of his father’s estates and thought about what it meant to be a Jew.
“Father, did my parents leave anything for me?” Alexander asked his father one day.
“I’ll go check in the attic, “ his adopted father said, “I know we gave most of their stuff away, but I remember saving something for you.” His father returned moments later with a velvet bag that was beautifully embroidered, and a brown book filled with Hebrew letters. Alexander gently opened the velvet bag and found two black boxes with strings attached. There was also a white shawl with tassels attached. Alexander had no idea what these objects were but he could sense that they were special.
“By, the way,” his father said, watching him touch the Jewish objects, “you were named Berel at your ברית , and you can keep those things, I won’t put them back in the attic.”
A few days after that conversation, Alexander’s adopted father left on a business trip. Before his elegant carriage disappeared into the woods, he kissed Alexander on the forehead and said, “Stop worrying, my child, I care deeply for you. It’s not healthy for you to be so concerned about your past.”
Soon after his father left, Alexander decided that he wanted to go visit the Jewish community in the nearest big city. After all, he was a Jew and he belonged with the Jewish people. That night his real father appeared to him in a dream and said, “Berel, you are a Jew, you must return to your people.” Early the next morning, he took the velvet bag and the old book and he began his journey.
After traveling for a number of days, he finally reached the big city. He asked the local people where he could find the local prayer house, and they directed him to the large Shul in the center of town. He didn’t know that he had come at perfect timing, and that they were just beginning the יום כיפור davenning.
He stood at the entrance of the Shul and stared in awe. All the men were wrapped in white טליתים and they were davenning with deep כוונה . Some had tears streaming from their eyes. Many were swaying and humming quietly to themselves. Berel slipped into the back of the Shul and placed his own טלית on his shoulders. Then he opened the סידור , but he couldn’t read a single word. He watched everyone davenning with such ease, and he wanted to daven along with them.
Suddenly he lifted the סידור and cried out, “Master of the Universe, you know that I can’t read and I don’t know how to daven. I am just a lost Jewish boy. But, please ה ‘ , I want to daven to you so desperately. Please, take the whole סידור , and you take out the right words to form the תפילות from me!”
His sincere תפילה that came from the depth of his heart, reached שמים , and the gates were flung open for his תפילה . Because of his heartfelt תפילה , ה ‘ decided to annul a terrible decree that was hanging over the Jewish community. Instead, the whole community was blessed with a happy and sweet new year.