One beautiful summer day, a fancy carriage stopped in front of the שול of the בעל שם טוב . The driver opened the door and a wealthy-looking frum איד stepped out of the carriage, entered the simple building and asked if he could have a private יחידות with the צדיק .
A meeting was arranged and when they were sitting face to face the rich man looked at the בעל שם טוב and wasn’t very impressed. The only reason he came was to see who is this Holy Man that everyone was talking about, and, frankly, he looked like every other איד . It was obvious that he had come all the way to Mezibuz for nothing.
“Well,” said the בעל שם טוב . “ Would like to hear a story? I have a very good story to tell you.”
“Alright,” said the visitor looking at his pocket watch, “but I do have a long ride ahead of me.”
“Good!” the בעל שם טוב said “I’ll make it short.”
“Once, in the city of Warsaw, in Poland, there were two close friends, who were both frum אידן . They had grown up together, bought houses next to each other, went into business together and, when their business succeeded, become extremely rich together. Their friendship was so strong that they were like brothers.”
He paused, looked up and asked his guest, “Are you listening?” When he nodded ‘yes’, the בעל שם טוב continued.
“After several years they decided to open a branch in Paris with the idea that one of them would move there to take care of the new branch.
“Everything went smoothly. They traveled to Paris together, made the necessary connections, opened the business, bought merchandise and only after being sure that everything was running smoothly they parted.
“At first they wrote to each other twice a week, but as time went by they corresponded less and less frequently until ten years later they were writing only to wish each other גוט יום טוב .
“Then one year, the partner in Poland ran into some bad luck, suffered some major losses, and suddenly found himself without a penny, in fact he was deeply in debt. With no other choice he used his last money to buy a train ticket to France with the hope that his friend would help with a loan.
“However when he arrived at his friend’s home and suggested the idea, his friend replied in amazement. ‘What! A loan? I should give you a loan!? Why that is ridiculous!!! I’m not giving you any loan! We are brothers!! Half of what I own is yours! Take a million francs!!! Here!!’
“They embraced and wept on one another’s shoulders, renewed their friendship and a week later the poor partner returned to Warsaw, a new man with renewed hope, reinvested the money that he got and within a year he had regained his wealth.
“But, just as before, in a few years time they had both returned to their busy schedules and remembered to write only occasionally.
“The years passed and about ten years later the wheel of fortune again took a bad turn, but this time for the partner in Paris. He too lost all his money and with no alternative he decided to visit his partner in Warsaw. He wasn’t a young man anymore, and he was a bit broken from the strain of his financial problems, but he had no other choice and he was sure that could always depend on his friend in a time of need. But he was in for a nasty surprise.
(To be continued next week)