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    VAYIKRA: DON’T HOLD A GRUDGE

    A chassid of Reb
    Michel of Zlotchev
    zt’l was poor and had to collect money to
    support his family and to cover the costs of
    his son’s chasunah. He asked the Rebbe for a
    hamlatzah letter, which appeals to wealthy
    people to give generously to the cause.
    Reb Michel of Zlotchev told him, “I don’t
    give hamlatzos.”
    The chassid pleaded, but the Rebbe repeated
    that he doesn’t give hamlatzos.
    The chassid said, “I accept the Rebbe’s
    wishes, but please tell me the reason. Why
    doesn’t the Rebbe want to write up this
    letter?”
    The Zlotchever Magid replied, “What will
    you do if you go to a wealthy person with my
    letter and he gives you just a few pennies, or
    perhaps he doesn’t give you anything at all?”
    “I would slap him twice,” the chassid
    replied. “He is disgracing the Rebbe. He saw
    the Rebbe’s letter; why doesn’t he give
    generously?”
    The Zlotchever Magid replied, “That is
    exactly why I don’t want to write this letter.
    In heaven there is a list of people who will

    help you and exactly how much each person
    will give. If someone doesn’t give you, that
    doesn’t mean he is a cruel, uncaring person.
    It is just that he isn’t written on that list. If
    you believed this, you wouldn’t be angry
    when someone doesn’t give you money.”
    The chassid
    said, “I accept
    what the Rebbe is
    teaching me, and
    if someone
    doesn’t give
    generously, I will
    know that it
    wasn’t bashert.”
    Reb Michel
    said, “Now I can
    write a hamlatzah
    for you.”
    The chassid
    went to a wealthy
    chassid of Reb
    Michel of Zlotchev and showed him the
    letter. After reading the letter, the wealthy
    man gave just a few coins and wished him a
    good day.
    The poor chassid was very disappointed and
    on the verge of anger, but he remembered the
    Rebbe’s lesson. Under his breath, he repeated
    to himself over and over, “He isn’t on the

    Rebbe’s list. He isn’t on Hashem’s list. He
    isn’t on the list in heaven.”
    The wealthy person asked him what he was
    mumbling.
    “It’s nothing. It’s just something private
    between the Rebbe
    and me.”
    “No. You said
    something about me
    not being on the
    Rebbe’s list and not
    being on Heaven’s
    list! What type of list
    is it? Perhaps you
    mean the list of the
    living, or perhaps it is
    the list of the wealthy!
    And what will be with
    me if I’m not on the
    list?”
    “It is nothing. It is
    just a private matter between the Rebbe and
    me.”
    The wealthy person was worried, so he said,
    “I will give you all the money you need; just
    tell me what you meant.”
    “I will tell you after you give me the
    money,” the poor man replied.
    After he handed over a very large sum of
    money, the poor man explained. “The
    Rebbe told me that Hashem has a list in
    heaven of who will give me money and
    exactly how much they will give. If
    someone doesn’t help me, he is obviously
    not on that list. But now, we have
    discovered that you are on Hashem’s list
    in heaven!”
    This lesson applies to us all. People tend
    to complain about others, “Why doesn’t
    he help me?” Realize that there are lists
    up in heaven, and everything is bashert.
    So why be angry with others? It is just
    that he isn’t on the list
    Reb Elchanan Wasserman zt’l hy’d,
    rosh yeshivas Ohel Torah in Baranowitz,
    came to America to raise funds for his
    yeshiva. In one beis medresh, he spoke
    about the importance of supporting
    Torah, and he described to the community
    the poverty and lack of food the yeshiva
    bachurim were subjected to. Then he
    made his pitch: “For $11.43 you can
    sponsor one day in the yeshiva. For
    $80.00 you can support one week in the
    yeshiva. Please, become our partners, and
    support a week, or at least a day in the
    yeshiva.”
    Then the Rav of the beis medresh got up
    to speak. He wanted to help Reb
    Elchanan, but he made a big mistake.
    This Rav spoke about the great privilege
    of giving even just one dollar to the
    yeshiva. Reb Elchanan set the tariff at
    $11.43, or hopefully $80.00, and lowered
    it to a dollar.

    Reb Elchanan didn’t
    earn much in that beis
    medresh, and the Rav
    asked mechilah on his
    behalf and on behalf
    of his congregation.
    Reb Elchanan told
    him, “Hashem told
    Moshe to appoint Betzalel ben Uri ben Chur
    of shevet Yehudah to build the Mishkan.
    Imagine the following scene:
    “Moshe Rabbeinu comes down from the
    mountain and asks someone, ‘I need to find
    Betzalel ben Uri. Are you Betzalel ben Uri?’
    “I’m Shimon.’
    Moshe asks another person, ‘Perhaps you’re
    Betzalel ben Uri?’
    “’Sorry, I’m Aminadov.’
    “Will Moshe be upset with them for not
    being Betzalel ben Uri? Of course not! They
    weren’t the person he was searching for.
    Similarly, why should I be upset with you or
    your beis medresh for not helping the
    yeshiva? It is destined in heaven who will
    help the yeshiva, and obviously, the members
    of your beis medresh weren’t on the list. I
    have no reason to be angry with you. I just
    have to go elsewhere to find my Betzalel ben
    Uri.”
    Once, Reb Yaakov Kamenetzky zt’l asked
    Reb Moshe Feinstein zt’l why he appeared
    extraordinarily happy that day. Reb Moshe
    told him what occurred:
    “Three months ago, there was a financial
    dispute, and I paskened according to Torah.
    Later that same day, I got a call. The caller
    said, “I’m the person whom you obligated to
    pay money in your court case. Be aware that
    you ruled erroneously…’ and he let loose
    some disrespectful words.
    “Today, this man came to me again and
    asked me to give him a haskamah for
    shechitah (approbation to be a shochet). I
    wanted to tell him to leave. A few months
    ago, he spoke disrespectfully to me, and now
    he wants me to do him a favor? But I
    remembered that Yom Kippur had passed
    since that cruel, unfortunate episode, and I
    had forgiven him since then. I tested him on
    the laws of shechitah, he knew the laws well,
    so I wrote a letter, deeming him fit to be a
    shochet. Then I rebuked him for how he
    spoke to me some months before, explaining
    that it wasn’t proper to speak that way.
    “He didn’t know what I was talking about.
    He told me that he never called me and never
    complained about the psak… We then
    understood that another person (who was
    upset with the results of the din Torah) called
    up and impersonated him.
    “Now you understand the reason I am
    happy,” Reb Moshe told Reb Yaakov. “I may
    have held a grudge against this person
    forever, and it would be for naught. He didn’t
    deserve it.”