Weekly Chasidic Story #1109 (s5779-27/
4 Adar B, 5779)
Two Real Estate Bargains
The doctor was a non-Jew and as yet unknown in Israel, but in the U.S. he was
swiftly gaining acclaim for the unique method he had developed that offered
the hope of a cure for terminal cancer patients.
Connection: Seasonal - This is the first full week of Adar B, the Jewish "Month
of Mazal," and there certainly is plenty of good mazal in this story.
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Two Real Estate Bargains
Rabbi Chaim Zaid, a head of the mesivta [yeshiva for the younger
teenage boys] in Yeshivas Nachalat Shlomo, located in the Kiryat Herzog neighbourhood
of Bnei Brak, is known to be a caring mentor. Nevertheless, his role ordinarily
does not extend far beyond the yeshiva walls. But then, ten years ago, R' Chaim
learned that one of his former students had been stricken with cancer. Now,
beyond the spiritual support he was accustomed to extending to the boys, R Chaim
offered his whole-hearted assistance in every aspect, assuming all responsibility
for the necessary medical treatments and procedures, accompanying his student
every step along the way.
THE MISSING MONEY
In the winter of 2009, the student, whom we will call Uriel for the sake of
his privacy, aged twenty-two, was discovered to have a cancerous brain tumor,
and the disease had already spread to other parts of his body. He was sent to
France for expert treatment, but the doctors there were unable to control the
disease. Rabbi Zaid remembers clearly the last phone call he received from France,
when Uriel wept in sheer despair.
The doctors had told the family that there was nothing more they could do for
him and that they could begin counting the days. But the group of dedicated
askanim [community supporters] following Uriel's progress refused to despair.
"We have doctors in order to heal, not to pronounce a death sentence"
they declared. Accordingly, they set out determinedly to find help from another
They consulted many experts in the medical profession, and other knowledgeable
contacts as well. While they were still weighing all their options, one of the
group suddenly recalled that his sister ran a Bikur Cholim [Visiting the Sick]
society in a major city in the United States.
He got in touch with her, and she immediately mentioned a name, one Professor
Rich, a non-Jew and as yet unknown in Israel but in the U.S. he was swiftly
gaining acclaim for the unique method he had developed himself, one that offered
the hope of a cure for cancer patients who had already received a 'death sentence'
from others in the medical profession. His treatment involved operating on the
patient, but obviously in return for a substantial fee. In fact, his going rate
was a staggering $130,000.
With their hopes raised again, Uriel's family was caught in a dilemma. There
was no doubt in their minds that they had to find a way to procure the services
of the only person who held out some hope for Uriel - but the amount the doctor
was asking was simply beyond their means. They saw absolutely no way forward.
Further, the $130,000 was not even a complete estimate for all the costs involved.
Professor Rich would also have to be brought to Israel, housed in suitable accommodations,
provided with a rented operating theatre in a private hospital -- all this added
on approximately $30,000 to the bill.
They did consider sending Uriel to the United States, but in the end, realized
it would only cost more money, and in addition, it would have added to the strain
And so, the various people involved began to look for ways to raise the sum.
They turned to several charity funds, but none of them could commit to such
a large expense.
They turned to several leading rabbinical figures, asking for advice, and they
all told them that the public could not be expected to produce such a huge sum
of money. At this point, they felt stymied; there was no sign of help from any
It was an agonizing situation, as they helplessly watched Uriel suffer, his
condition gradually deteriorating, waiting for what now seemed the inevitable.
But after just one day passed in this way, R' Chaim Zaid received a surprising
phone call. The lady on the other end introduced herself as Mrs. Abutbul, Uriel's
sister. Then, to his complete shock, she informed him joyfully that they could
proceed with all their plans and book Professor Rich.
R' Chaim was overjoyed but confused; what had happened? Mrs. Abutbul didn't
keep him in suspense. "I decided to sell my apartment," she told him
simply. R' Chaim was taken aback.
"I urged her to think it over carefully and to consult with knowledgeable
rabbis, asking if she was permitted to do such a thing. After all, she had a
husband and six children to consider. But she was adamant. She had already called
Uriel to inform him of her decision, even before speaking to me. She also told
him that she was certain the surgery would be successful and that he would recover
in order to dedicate his life to Torah. For the sake of Torah, she was fully
prepared to make this sacrifice. G-d would help. Afraid of what rabbis might
answer, she did not even want to ask, so determined was she and so certain that
the Al-mighty would not let them down."
THE CAB DRIVER
After discussing her plan with R' Zaid, Uriel's sister immediately put her
Ramat Beit Shemesh apartment up for sale, asking for $130,000, with the full
sum to be paid in cash. Her home was actually worth more, but since time was
of the essence, her priority was to make a quick sale. A potential buyer quickly
materialized, eager to snap up a bargain, and the contract was signed.
Meanwhile, R' Chaim had swung into action in order to raise the remaining sum,
another $30,000. He turned to his former students in the yeshiva, now adults,
and begged them to help. "We asked each one to pledge to raise 1000 shekels,"
The young men set out with great enthusiasm, hiring taxis with their own money
to take them on their collection rounds.
"Professor Rich was scheduled to arrive on a Wednesday, but on that day,
I had a prior commitment in the north of the country, to give a talk in a girls'
school. I was on my way there when I received a call from one of my students,
Yehuda, who was then out collecting. He had a question for me: The cab driver
who was ferrying them from one place to the next had asked him and his friend
to deliver a suitcase to a certain address. Should they do him the favor?
"I told him in no uncertain terms to refuse. I would not let my students
get involved in any shady business!
A few minutes later, Yehuda called back. The driver was begging and pleading,
he said. But I was adamant. Under no circumstances should he agree, I insisted,
adding that if the driver wanted, he could speak with me directly, after I had
given my talk.
"By then we had arrived, and I delivered my address. As I walked out of
the building to return home, there was Yehuda, together with the cab driver,
waiting for me! I couldn't understand what could be so important, that the driver
had made such a huge detour to find me. Why couldn't he deliver the case himself?
Still, I was unmoved. I went over to him and told him again that there was no
way I could let my students transfer suspicious packages; surely he could understand?
"The driver didn't reply straight away, but instead took out the case
in question and opened it in front of me. It was a small, expensive-looking
valise - but most interesting was the contents - small instruments, knives,
strange little flashlights. Then the driver tried to explain:
" 'Today, before I picked up your students, I was at the airport, where
I picked up a passenger who had just arrived from abroad. A very distinguished
sort of man, wealthy-looking too. I drove him to where he told me to go, but
after I had let him out, I realized that he'd left this suitcase behind.
" 'Actually, by the time I noticed the case, a few hours had already passed,
and I didn't know what to do. First I thought I'd open it, to see what was inside.
I was kind of hoping it would be full of dollars - but instead, all I found
were these strange instruments. Now what? So much time had passed that I was
embarrassed to go back and look for the man, so I asked your students if they
would do me the favour. The name of the person is inside, and I can tell you
where he's staying.'"
R' Chaim was intrigued. He took the valise and looked for the name tag - and
his face turned white. The case belonged to none other than Professor Rich,
who was supposed to be arriving that day to operate on Uriel.
"Straight away I asked the cab driver to give me the address of the hotel,
and we got there as quickly as we could. From the reception desk we called his
room, introducing ourselves and asking if he could come down to meet us, which
he did. His mouth dropped when he saw the case - he must have despaired of ever
seeing it again.
" 'This case contains all my surgical equipment, for an operation I came
here to perform,' he told us emotionally. 'The contents are worth maybe as much
as $40,000 - but it's not just the money--these items are irreplaceable! I designed
many of the instruments myself, after months and months of research and effort.'"
For a few moments, all were silent, digesting the incredible turn of events.
Then R' Chaim pulled himself together -- for the benefit of his beloved student:
"I wanted him to realize that something amazing had happened, and to fill
him in on the whole picture. 'Just imagine,' I told him. 'You arrived here to
operate on my dear student - and then, where did you forget your valise? In
the very cab that was busy transporting people making the rounds to collect
money for that student! Surely you can see the Hand of Divine Providence here?
"And another thing - you probably don't know, but the operation was only
made possible because of Uriel's sister - she sold her apartment to pay for
it, and now she and her husband and six children have no roof over their heads!'"
The professor was stunned. He'd clearly never come into contact with such mesirut
nefesh [self-sacrifice] and was very touched at Mrs. Abutbul's selfless
action. He was also totally unaccustomed to viewing 'mundane' events through
the prism of Divine intervention, and wasn't sure how to respond.
After having sunk deep into thought for a while, the Professor suddenly announced
that he was going to forego the entire payment of $130,000!
It was like a dream," R' Chaim said. That very week, Uriel's operation
took place in a private medical centre in Herzliya, with dozens of his friends
and family praying that the operation be successful.
And, thank G-d, it was. Uriel began recuperating. Not so long after that he
was able to host a public Thanksgiving Meal in gratitude.
A FIVE ROOM APARTMENT IN JERUSALEM
Uriel's sister was immensely relieved and grateful, of course, but now she
was faced with a dilemma. Although she had her money back, it was too late to
re-claim her apartment; she had signed a contract, and soon she would have to
She and her husband sat down to figure things out. "If we're going to
move, we might as well consider Jerusalem," she began hopefully.
Her husband immediately pointed out how unrealistic such an idea was. "The
money we have available is enough for a converted store-room in Jerusalem, not
an apartment for a family!" he told her, trying to stop her from getting
her hopes up. But Mrs. Abutbul wasn't to be put off so easily, and decided to
visit a friend in Jerusalem to ask for her advice.
Why not at least see what's available, now that you're here?" the friend
suggested, and so they walked to a nearby real estate agent,
When the agent heard the sum Mrs. Abutbul had at her disposal, he just laughed.
Disappointed, they left the office and started to wander around the nearby streets
aimlessly, when all of a sudden, they noticed a For Sale sign on a building.
The two friends exchanged glances.
"Nu, why not?" the friend said, and so they knocked on the door.
A woman opened for them and ushered them inside. It was a five-room apartment,
in excellent condition. But the price?
"I'll have to ask my husband," she told them. "I'll call him
now, and he'll be here soon. Please sit down while you wait."
Sure enough, within a few minutes the owner arrived, and immediately began
to list the advantages of his apartment, the dimensions, the directions it faced.
Mrs. Abutbul needed no convincing -- she already loved the apartment -- but
the real question was, what was the asking price?
"Three hundred and ten thousand dollars," was the reply.
Mrs. Abutbul just sighed. Of course she had known that it was impossible -
but even so.... Regretfully she admitted that she had less than half the amount
the apartment was worth.
The owner was clearly displeased. Turning to his wife, he asked her in annoyance
why she had bothered to call him home for a couple of jokers. Upset that the
wife was now being blamed for her own actions, Mrs. Abutbul tried to explain,
and in her doing so the whole story came out: how she had come to sell her home
in Beit Shemesh for less than the market price, how she didn't need the money
in the end...
The owner didn't let her finish, but interrupted in mid-stream: "You sold
your apartment to pay for your brother's operation? Are you Mrs. Abutbul, by
any chance?" he demanded to know.
"Yes," she said quietly, amazed that he knew her name.
"And do you know who I am? I am the cab driver who found Professor Rich's
precious suitcase! I just can't believe this turn of events -- that you should
have come to my house, wanting to buy it!"
They all stood in shock, silent, staring at each other.
The owner continued: "And why am I selling such a good apartment? My mother
passed away recently, and she left me a private villa in a quiet settlement.
So we are moving there. I just have to call Rabbi Chaim Zaid right now, to tell
him all of this!"
He dialled the number, and as soon as R Chaim answered, the words burst out
of his mouth: "You won't believe this, Kavod Harav [honorable Rabbi]. Uriel's
sister is right now in my apartment, wanting to buy it! Of course, she doesn't
have the necessary amount, but maybe I should sell it to her for what she has
anyway, for less than half of the market price? What does the Rav say?"
"I told him not to be in such a rush to decide," R Chaim continued
his narrative. "I suggested that we go together to a major rabbinical figure,
to ask for advice and a blessing. I suggested the well-known rabbinical leader,
Rabbi David Abuchatzeira, the grandson of Baba Sali and the chief Rabbi of Nahariya,
as I often did.
The very next day we travelled together to Nahariya. We recounted the whole
story, from beginning to end. The rabbi advised the driver to sell for the low
price, promising that in reward he and his wife would live long, healthy lives.
"And that is the end of the story, I guess," R Chaim concluded. "The
Rav himself was very moved by it. He said that it was one of the most incredible
examples of Divine Providence that he had encountered in years."
Source: Adapted by Yerachmiel Tilles from an article by
Chananya Bleich in Sha'ah Tovah # 42, 21 Iyar 5770 - 5 May 2010 and subsequently
posted on ShemaYisrael.com, based on his exclusive in-depth interview with Rabbi
Biographical note: Rabbi David-Chai Abuhatzeira, who
after several decades is still serving as the Chief Rabbi of Nahariya, Israel,
is one of the five sons of Baba Meir Abuhatzeira, the son of the legendary Baba
Sali. Rabbi David is currently considered the scion of the esteemed Abuhatzeira
Connection: Seasonal - This is the first full week of
Adar B, the Jewish "Month of Mazal," and there certainly is plenty
of good mazal in this story.
Editor's note: For an interesting story about How Rabbi
Chaim Zaid once received unexpected re-payment for one of his good deeds, see
story from the Jewish Press.
Tilles is co-founder and associate director of Ascent-of-Safed, and chief editor
of this website (and of KabbalaOnline.org). He has hundreds of published stories
to his credit, and many have been translated into other languages. He tells
them live at Ascent nearly every Saturday night.
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