Harmless Scuds - Monthly Gedolim Story
In his very first book, "Touched By A Story Volume 1", the noted and respected author and lecturer Rabbi Yechiel Spero, shares a touching story about the legendary tzaddik and Rosh HaYeshiva, Rav Nosson Tzvi Finkel zt'l. Serving as the first story of the publication, it allows the reader a unbelievable glimpse into the simplicity of a caring persons actions. It is definitely the right story to share for my Av rendition of the Monthly Gedolim Stories.
I hope you will enjoy the read and may any inspiration you take from it serve hopefully as a powerful tool for the eagerly awaited arrival of Mashiach.
I wish you the best,
Yitzy Schweitzer
Harmless Scuds - Monthly Gedolim Story
As mentioned above the great Tzaddik Rav Nosson Tzvi Finkel was legendary, but not just for his being the Mirer Rosh Yeshiva, but also as kind, warm, caring individual, who treated every bachur in the Yeshiva like they were his own son, despite the fact the Yeshiva has 4000 students.
In addition, what made this brilliant man even more amazing is that he had many physical handicaps, as he suffered from a severe case of Parkinson's Disease, which meant his body shook continuously and that he could not walk alone. However, the schedule he maintained would have worn a healthy man half his age and his tireless devotion to his students is evident in his every action.
In addition, what made this brilliant man even more amazing is that he had many physical handicaps, as he suffered from a severe case of Parkinson's Disease, which meant his body shook continuously and that he could not walk alone. However, the schedule he maintained would have worn a healthy man half his age and his tireless devotion to his students is evident in his every action.
In early 1991, the cursed Rasha, Saddam Hussein yemach shemo vezichro, posed a serious, deadly threat to Israel as he had threatened over and over again to fire scud missiles into Israel, should the United States threaten Iraq. He did indeed fire his first scud missile into Israel on January 15, 1991, causing thousands who heard the deadly, dreaded sound of the siren to rush into their sealed rooms and place their gas masks on.
In the Mirer Yeshiva, the Bachurim also ran to their sealed rooms and began the final taping of the windows as they had been instructed. Despite their best efforts to maintain their composure, the obvious fear of the unknown inevitably gave rise to palpable tension. A few of the young Bachurim took charge and assisted the others whilst a quick check of the hallways insured the safety of all inside the building.
Awaiting the crashing sounds of bombs and explosions, as they sat, some saying Tehillim, others to scared to do anything, and others with fear written on their face, or with tears running openly down their cheeks, the boys were startled and frightened when they heard the harsh sounds of knocking on the door. Menachem, one of the young men in charge, clearly agitated and nervous yelled through his mask, the obvious "Who is it?!" as he thought to himself, why couldn't this guy come in time? Now we gotta undo the door!
A soft, almost apologetic reply was heard "It's Nosson Finkel". As he began to peel the tape for the door, he wondered if this was a prank. Was someone really imitating the Rosh Yeshiva at this time?! Well, that guy was crazy. But as he opened the door to see who it really was, there was Rav Finkel, exhausted and breathless holding his gas mask.
Mortified, young Menachem assisted the Rosh Yeshiva into a seat and put his gas mask on his face, "Rebbi!"he cried breathlessly "why did you come? How did you get here?"
"I had arranged beforehand with a taxi driver to come pick me up in my home the moment that the first alarm went off." the Rosh Yeshiva simply replied "I just wanted to be with my boys."
Even I don't need to say much more. Those simple words speak volumes, as I believe, even through silent pages or screens, they make a impression and impact. Oh, yes they do.
In the Mirer Yeshiva, the Bachurim also ran to their sealed rooms and began the final taping of the windows as they had been instructed. Despite their best efforts to maintain their composure, the obvious fear of the unknown inevitably gave rise to palpable tension. A few of the young Bachurim took charge and assisted the others whilst a quick check of the hallways insured the safety of all inside the building.
Awaiting the crashing sounds of bombs and explosions, as they sat, some saying Tehillim, others to scared to do anything, and others with fear written on their face, or with tears running openly down their cheeks, the boys were startled and frightened when they heard the harsh sounds of knocking on the door. Menachem, one of the young men in charge, clearly agitated and nervous yelled through his mask, the obvious "Who is it?!" as he thought to himself, why couldn't this guy come in time? Now we gotta undo the door!
A soft, almost apologetic reply was heard "It's Nosson Finkel". As he began to peel the tape for the door, he wondered if this was a prank. Was someone really imitating the Rosh Yeshiva at this time?! Well, that guy was crazy. But as he opened the door to see who it really was, there was Rav Finkel, exhausted and breathless holding his gas mask.
Mortified, young Menachem assisted the Rosh Yeshiva into a seat and put his gas mask on his face, "Rebbi!"he cried breathlessly "why did you come? How did you get here?"
"I had arranged beforehand with a taxi driver to come pick me up in my home the moment that the first alarm went off." the Rosh Yeshiva simply replied "I just wanted to be with my boys."
Even I don't need to say much more. Those simple words speak volumes, as I believe, even through silent pages or screens, they make a impression and impact. Oh, yes they do.
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