Weekly Chasidic Story #1101 (s5779-19
/8 Shevat 5779)
The Paris to Petersberg Train Cabin
Rabbi Yosef-Yitzchak Shneersohn of Lubavitch winced with each bite
the man took. He couldn't bear seeing a Jew act that way.
Connection: Seasonal -- The 10th of Shevat (this year: Wednesday, Jan.
16) is the 69th yahrzeit of the Rebbe Rayatz.
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The Paris to Petersberg Train Cabin
In the year 1912 in Russia, Rebbe Shalom-Ber Shneersohn ("HaRashab")
was the leader of the Chabad-Lubavitch Chassidim, and his son, Rebbe Yosef-
Yitzchak Shneerson ("HaRayatz", who would become
the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe after the passing of his father in 1920), was on
a train from Paris to Petersburg. Life in Russia were not easy for the Jews,
and the Rayatz was often sent by his father on long journeys to help Jews or
even save Russian Jewry.
After several hours of travel, he left his cabin and went to the dining car
for a cup of tea. As he sat down and looked around him, he noticed a finely-dressed
clean-shaven businessman sitting at a table in the corner eating a fine meal
of rabbit meat and drinking French wine with great savor.
The man was obviously an assimilated Jew. The Rebbe-to-be winced with each
bite the man took. He couldn't bear seeing a Jew act that way. So he turned
back to his cup of tea and tried to ignore him.
But then, he heard the man push back his chair, stand up and approach him.
"Excuse me Rabbi," he said. "Excuse me, but are you the son or
grandson of Rabbi Shmuel of Lubavitch?" (fourth Lubavitcher Rebbe - HaMaharash)
"Yes", the Rebbe turned to face him and answered, "In fact,
I am his grandson."
The businessman just stood there speechless. His eyes filled with tears and
he made no effort to wipe them away. He trembled slightly as though in shock,
ran his hand over his eyes. Then he turned abruptly back to his table, paid
the waiter and left the room without finishing his meal.
That evening, hours after this strange episode, the train made a short stop
in Frankfort. The Rayatz had just stepped outside for a breath of fresh air
when that same businessman again approached him. But before he could begin to
speak he again began to weep, and continued doing so uncontrollably until the
train whistle forced him to return to his place.
Both episodes perplexed the Rayatz. On one hand the man looked like a nobleman;
a large trimmed mustache, elegantly dressed in fine silk clothes. But on the
other hand he acted as though he was insane.
The next morning, just as the Rayatz finished praying in his cabin, there was
a knock on the door. It was one of the porters. He reported that a certain passenger
would like to know if he could see the Rabbi.
The Rebbe agreed and in a few minutes the same man appeared. He entered, closed
the door behind him and said, "Please excuse me my emotional outbursts
." and suddenly began to again weep uncontrollably. He put his
hands over his face and his entire body was shaking with sobs.
The Rayatz didn't know whether to stop him or not, but after several minutes
the man dried his eyes, looked at the Rayatz furtively and asked if could borrow
the Rebbe's tefillin.
When the Rayatz answered yes, he again began to weep like a small child saying
"Oy! When was the last time I put on tefillin!! Oy!"
The man took the tefillin, removed them from their pouches, kissed them
tenderly, put them on as one who was familiar with the commandment and began
The Rayatz left the man alone to pour out his soul before his Creator. After
an hour he came out of the cabin, thanked the Rayatz, asked him if he could
borrow a Sefer Tehilim (Book of Psalms) and left to his own cabin
without saying another word.
That afternoon, several hours later, the man returned to the Rayatz's room.
His face was pale and he looked as though he was undergoing drastic internal
changes. He spoke in a weak voice.
"I would like to speak to you if possible. May I?" The Rayatz invited
him to sit down; he closed the door and began.
"First, thank you for your tefillin and book of psalms. And I'm
sorry if I was of any inconvenience. My name is Y
I was born into a family
of Chabad Chassidim by the name of Monison, although I know I don't look it.
"My childhood was very happy; our house was always filled with guests,
Torah and joy. But when I was fifteen I somehow got drawn into a bad crowd of
young people and I began to enjoy them.
"My father saw what was happening to me and decided to take me to Lubavitch
for the High Holidays and it worked. The first moment I saw your grandfather
the Rebbe Maharash, it had a deep effect on me. My father even took me in for
a private audience.
The Rebbe spoke to my father for a few seconds, then turned to me and said,
"'The world can be very dangerous, never forget that you are a Jew.'"
"The experience completely changed me. I had absolutely no desire to even
see my 'friends'. But gradually the effect wore off. Little by little I became
cool to Judaism and warm to what I thought was freedom. I stopped praying, stopped
doing the commandments and after a year or so I left my parent's house and moved
in with my new 'friends'.
"Several times my father tried to make contact with me but that only aroused
my anger. I had made up my mind; I would not live my life according to some
book. Six years later I finished university, married an assimilated girl like
myself and broke completely with my past. I was free!
"At that time I joined a secret political movement whose goal was to help
the needy. There had been several Pogroms (government instigated riots against
Jews) at that time, and most of our efforts were directed to helping Jews.
"After several years of this work, we heard that the Lubavitcher Rebbe
was to be visiting Petersburg in order to stop the Pogroms at the government
level. We decided to let him know of several impending Pogroms that we had heard
"We arrived at the hotel where the Rebbe was staying and were met by a
large group of Chassidim some of whom remembered me and greeted me warmly. Suddenly
the Rebbe opened his door to come out to pray the afternoon prayer. He glanced
at me and I immediately knew that he recognized me despite the fact that we
had met for just moments over eight years ago. I was speechless
"Later one of the Rebbe's secretaries told us that the Rebbe would like
to speak with us and we entered his room.
"His knowledge of the situation in Russia was nothing short of miraculous
and the next few months we devoted ourselves totally to helping him in every
way. We saw much fruit from our labors and saw how the Rebbe literally prevented
tens of pogroms.
"Then one day as we were leaving his room and I was the last one out,
the Rebbe called to me and said, "Tell me, when was the last time you put
on tefillin? Please don't lie to me; I know exactly what you have been
"I can't explain it, but I was so stunned I couldn't even open my mouth.
I just made some strange gestures and left. Those few words made such an impression
on me that that day I looked for a pair of tefillin and put them on for
the first time in years and I even stopped eating non-kosher food.
"After the Rebbe left Petersburg I returned home, told my wife that I
decided to return to a Jewish life to which she agreed and I eventually even
renewed ties with my father. But I still was working with my friends in our
organization and at the end of that year it became known to us that there were
to be a series of massive Pogroms in the south of Russia.
"I was chosen to travel to Lubavitch to tell the Rebbe and when I entered
his office I could tell he was happy to see me. We spoke for some time but he
said that he had to go to the country for his health and we would deal with
the problem when he returned in a few days.
"When we met again he told me that he had been at his father's (the third
Rebbe, the 'Tzemach Tzedek' who is buried in Lubavitch) gravesite and his father
told him that there was no real danger but nevertheless we must take steps.
The Rebbe then gave me some letters and told me what to do. He was in a good
mood as he paused for a moment, smiled and said.
"'It says that Moses, because he helped the Jews, G-d gave him the chips
of sapphire from the Tablets that he carved out. You are helping Jews so you
too deserve a reward.'
"The Rebbe looked me deeply in the eyes as he continued speaking.
"'When I told you that my father spoke to me at his grave I noticed that
you smirked. The reason for this is that you are so involved in the physical
that you have no appreciation for spiritual things.'
"The Rebbe then sat with me for over an hour explaining, with many examples
and stories, what 'spiritual' means and he concluded with these words:
"'How long can a person live a life of physicality? Fifty years? Fifty
five years? Remember who you are and where you come from. You are a son of a
Chassid! May G-d protect you and give you true happiness.'
"I didn't really understand what he was getting at because I had already
returned to Judaism for almost a year. But I thanked him warmly, took the papers
he gave me, set out for Petersburg to give them to officials. On that trip I
saw some open miracles.
"First, police stopped the train ordered everyone out and began searching
each person for any political papers. I considered throwing the Rebbe's letters
away before they got to me but the Rebbe's words made me think differently.
And miraculously, when they came to me they just told me to get back on the
train. I was the only one they didn't check!
"Then afterwards in Petersburg I got in to see the officials and hand
them the papers with no trouble. And to top it all off the Rebbe, or rather
his departed father, was right! The situation was not as severe as we thought.
"But despite all this, just like the Rebbe said, I had no appreciation
of the spiritual. A few months later the Rebbe became ill and passed away at
the age of forty-nine. After that, I gradually gravitated to my old friends
"Little by little I left G-d and His Torah and became a very successful
businessman. That was thirty years ago. Believe me, for the last thirty years
I never once even thought about G-d. Now I am retuning from my birthday party,
I was fifty-five years old yesterday, and my friends made me a gala party in
"Then suddenly, like a flash of lightning, when I saw you I remembered
the words of your holy grandfather. It touched me to the essence of my soul."
This businessman became a different person. He moved his entire business to
a different country and became a pillar of the Jewish community there.
Source: Supplemented by Yerachmiel Tilles from the rendition
of Rabbi Tuvia Bolton on the website of his yeshiva, //ohrtmimim.org/torah.
Biographical notes (in order of appearance):
Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn [of blessed memory: 12 Tammuz 5640 -
10 Shvat 5710 (Jan. 1880-June 1950 C.E.)],
known as the Rebbe Rayatz, was the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe, from
1920 to 1950. He established a network of Jewish educational institutions and
Chassidim that was the single most significant factor for the preservation of
Judaism during the dread reign of the communist Soviets. In 1940 he moved to
the USA, established Chabad world-wide headquarters in Brooklyn and launched
the global campaign to renew and spread Judaism in all languages and in every
corner of the world, the campaign continued and expanded so remarkably successfully
by his son-in-law and successor, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson.
Rabbi Shmuel Schneersohn [of blessed memory: 2 Iyar 5594
- 13 Tishrei 5643 (1834-Sept. 1882 C.E.)], the fourth Lubavitch Rebbe, known
as the Rebbe Maharash, was the seventh and youngest son of his
predecessor, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneersohn, the Tzemach Tzedek.
Connection: Seasonal - The 69th yahrzeit of the Rebbe Rayatz.
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to his credit, and many have been translated into other languages. He tells
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