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A few years ago,
somebody in Eritrol
had a question. A ber on the Rebi says,
"Go to the library and see if anybody
asks a question." He goes to the library
and he sees somebody asks his question,
but he doesn't like the answer that the
Makab safer gave. The Rebi said, "What
do you want from me? Go to the Makabra
safer and tell him you don't like his
answer." He looks in the opening page
and he sees the safer was written by
somebody named Yis. He sees the address
in the safer, goes to the address. An
elderly woman answers the answers the
door. The boy says, "Can I speak to
Yisf?" She says, "He hasn't lived here
for 10 years." She gives another
address. The boy takes two buses in to
get there. Rings the bell, and the door
is answered by a young man with very
long hair, tattoos all over.
He says
who wrote the safer.
Yeah. Doesn't know if he should run or
cry.
The kid says, "I had a question on
something you wrote." Yis goes and puts
on a yama. He says, "What do you want to
ask?" No sooner was the question out of
his mouth that Yisf becomes the lion
that he was like 15 years ago. He starts
defending his answer, fighting and
learning, fighting and learning like it
was his life.
He wouldn't budge.
He was fire about his answer. He then
explained to the boy what happened, why
he looks the way he does now.
And then he turns to the boy and says,
"Tell me something. You have my safer?"
He says, "Yeah."
He says, "I don't have a copy. Could I
have it?"
And the kid gives Yis his safe goes back
to yeshiva the next day and tells the
rebi what happened. The rebi says the
woman his mother call her and tell her
what happened.
He goes to a p and he dials the phone
and the woman answers and he starts to
say I'm the one who was by you a few
days ago. And she says stop don't talk.
I don't know who you are,
but that boy that you went to after me
is my son, Yisf.
I haven't spoken to him in 10 years. We
haven't seen each other in 10 years. But
he just called me and he said to me,
"Ma, I'm coming home." And my son's
about to walk through the doors thanks
to you in the next few minutes.
And that's how a mother and a son were
reunited.
Because when you light up somebody's
night and you spend time talking and you
show them that you care and you love
them genuinely,
when there's no room for pessimism or
negativity, then Yais came home to his
There.