The produce continued to dry up, animals were dying, and still, not a single cloud could be spotted in the sky.

"Lubavitcher Rebbe," he asked, "why do you cry? After all, we did all that we could..."

"If I don’t open my eyes after the operation’s over, don’t disturb me. I may lie on the operating table for a few more hours. But promise me that you won’t disturb me.”

Reb Avigdor caught a whiff of the cholent, tasted it, then tasted it again, and again—until he finished it all.

Noticing his father’s return to a life of wealth, Zalman’s son revived their kinship and stopped by to talk more often.

From a group of skilled pickpockets in a Soviet Gulag, Reb Mendel Futerfas learned a powerful lesson in self-examination.

“My son, swear to me that no matter what happens, you will never work on Shabbat.”

The story is told of how the Rebbe, Rabbi Sholom DovBer, was shown three paintings.

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The wealthy fellow politely explained how he would love to give but can’t, because he already gave his share of charity for the year . . .