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    Dear Vues Master
    A little boy is going through the attic in his house and he
    finds a stone. The stone looks like a very valuable and
    rare gem, so the boy goes downstairs to his dad and says
    “Dad, how much is this stone worth?” The dad tells him
    to go down the block to the grocery store and show the
    stone to the owner. He tells him that when the owner asks
    him how much he wants for the stone, he should lift up
    two fingers. The boy runs down the block and when the
    man at the grocery store asks him how much he wants
    for the stone, the boy holds up two fingers as instructed.
    The man says “Oh, $2? Great. I’ll take it.” The boy runs
    home and reports to his dad excitedly that the man was
    willing to pay $2 for this stone. The dad then tells the son
    to go to the local jewelry shop and when the jeweler asks
    how much he wants for the stone, to hold up two fingers.
    The boy does it and the jeweler says “Oh, $200? Ok I’ll
    take it.” The boy is in shock and runs home to report
    to the dad that he offered him $200!! The dad then tells
    him to go to the antique shop and to do the same. Hold
    up two fingers. The man at the shop looks at the stone,
    examines it, and asks how much he wants for the stone.
    He holds up two fingers to which the man replies “Only
    $2000? I’ll take it!” The boy is in disbelief. And the story
    goes on. Throughout our lives, we let others dictate our
    value to us and they do that based on their own biases and
    shortcomings. They are simply not equipped or qualified
    to see your true value. If the boy truly knew the value
    of the rare gem, he wouldn’t have been so surprised or
    excited when offered $2, $200, or even $2000. If only
    we really knew our true value, the ways others appraise
    us would have zero impact on our own self esteem or
    self worth and we know how much we’re really worth.
    When bullies act up, it’s because they feel bad about
    themselves. When people put others down, it’s because
    they’re down on themselves. When people shame others,
    it’s because they are consumed by their own shame. It’s
    through that lens that they value others. Don’t let others
    tell you how much the stone is worth. They don’t even
    know what they’re looking at. If I told you that you could
    have a billion dollars on condition that your life ends,
    you’d never take it. That’s because you are worth more

    than a billion dollars or any other sum of money. If peo-
    ple don’t recognize that, it’s on them, not you.

    Vues Master’s Note: Great lesson! Thanks for sharing!

    Dear Vues Master:
    In Shulchan Aruch, Pesach Sheini is not enumerated
    as one of the days when tachanun is omitted. The Pri
    Megadim explains, “Since Pesach Sheini is a Yom Tov
    of יחידים) individuals who couldn’t make it on the 14th
    of Nissan) Mori V’Rabi Harav Hagaon R. Shlomo Miller
    Shlita said, We find in the ד“ה ח“פ פסחים תוספתא that
    even the ones who were שני פסח מקריב are בהספד מותר
    because it’s not a Yom Tov שכן כל for those who are not
    שני פסח מקריב it’s not a Yom Tov Many Poskim argue
    and hold not to say tachanun on Pesach Sheini. In the
    early days of the machlokes between the Chasidim &

    Misnagdim, the Misnagdim’s complaint against Cha-
    sidim was that they don’t follow Halacha. One of the ex-
    amples they used was that Chasidim don’t say tachanun

    on Pesach Sheini. Today most Yeshivishe & Ashkenaz
    minyanim don’t say tachanun on Pesach Sheini.
    Vues Master’s Note: Ah! The simcha a yid has when
    it comes out on a Monday or a Thursday and we skip
    tachanun. A goy could never understand this!

    Dear Vues Master:
    I was recently at one of those Chasuna halls where the main
    ballroom is a few stories underground. They build them
    that way in case of cv”s a nuclear attack. I was waiting
    for the elevator to come up along with a few other people.
    It was taking a while and I noticed one person davening
    fervently. I asked him if he was saying Tehillim. He said,

    ”No, I am saying Yaala Ve’yovoi”. “But it’s not Rosh Ch-
    odesh”. “I know, but it’s a segula for the elevator to Come

    Up quicker.” This reminded me of another minhag people
    have before davening Shemona Esreh on Rosh Chodesh.
    Right before they start, there is a cacophony of banging on
    any hard surface. It’s so intense sometimes I get scared. I
    asked the Rebbe in the Shteeble what is the reason for that.
    He answered that this minhag started many years ago. One

    time, the gabbai mistakenly called out before Shmona Es-
    rei, “Yaala Ve’yovoiiii.. Haman.” The result was everyone

    started banging with all their strength. And for every Rosh
    Chodesh, they haven’t stopped since.
    D F
    Vues Master’s Note: Sounds like you need to come to my
    Shtiebel where no one ever bangs, not even for Haman.
    The only time we have noise is when they bring out the

    Dear Vues Master:

    I’ve never been much of a fan of inspira-
    tional quotes. However, I vividly recall that

    my fourth grade elementary school teacher
    was adamant on plastering multi-colored
    posters of motivational mantras all over
    her classroom walls. Many of those quotes
    have long since left my memory bank,
    however one quote is still recessed deep
    in my brain- “Don’t let fear break you,
    let fear make you.” A cutesy adage, with
    no real substance other than providing me
    with what to stare at during those daydream
    hours during fourth grade math class. That
    was, until this year. I am blessed to live

    in quite a safe community. Especially dur-
    ing those “goldilocks” Friday nights in the

    perfect springtime weather, the freedom
    of taking a short stroll around the block
    to ease off the gastronomical influx of
    food from the night’s Seudah was always
    met with feelings of comfort and safety. It
    was on one of those Friday nights, that my

    friend Dani* and I were taking a walk, dis-
    cussing current events, community hock,

    and enjoying each other’s company. After
    a while, our walk culminated on the steps

    of my front porch. The enjoyable conver-
    sation still ebbed and flowed naturally, as

    the clock ticked its way toward midnight.

    The reticence on the streets started to be-
    come more apparent, as the other com-
    munity members who were also enjoying

    the pleasant weather made their way back
    into their residences. However, the safety
    of being situated on my own front porch
    did not faze Dani and I whatsoever, and we
    continued schmoozing. Suddenly, from the
    corner of my eye, I spotted a dark colored
    SUV ever so slowly starting to approach
    us. I nonchalantly mentioned this unusual
    fact to Dani, but it was quickly dismissed,
    and we continued our conversation. The

    vehicle stopped about 20 feet from our lo-
    cation, and after stalling for a minute or so,

    a broad, ski-mask laden man exited the car

    and started approaching us. He gets unusu-
    ally close to where we were standing, but

    he doesn’t stop. He slowly walks past us,
    barely acknowledging our presence. The
    next two minutes were most probably both
    the quickest and slowest two minutes of
    my entire life. The man suddenly whips his

    body around, and, as that happens, a sec-
    ond individual jumps out from behind the

    parked vehicle in front of us. He’s holding

    a gun. Shock immediately turns into fro-
    zen horror as I feel the cold metal barrel of

    the pistol being pressed against my chest.
    “Give us everything! Your money, your
    phone, your wallets, give it to us now!” My
    mind is numb, tongue stuck to the back of
    my throat, but I do manage to squeak out

    that it’s “the Sabbath” and that we prom-
    ise that we absolutely have nothing to give

    them. They don’t buy it. Their demeanor

    becomes more physical, as they start forc-
    ing their hands into our pants and jacket

    pockets, soon realizing that we were in fact
    telling the truth. “Whose house is this?” one
    of them bellow at me, his voice a mixture of
    anger and desperation that this holdup was
    turning out to be an absolute failure. “It’s
    my house,” I answered, not realizing the
    obvious demand that would follow. “Let us
    into the house! Take us to where you keep
    your money!” At this point, one of the men
    was tugging violently on my Shabbos tie,

    to the point where it was getting quite dif-
    ficult to breathe. There was no way that I

    was letting these men into my house. But
    what was I to say? How in the world was I
    to escape from such a nightmare? I did not
    plan whatsoever for the words that exited
    my mouth in that next moment, realizing in

    retrospect that there was a much more pow-
    erful force pulling the strings behind this

    entire episode. “There’s a massive party go-
    ing on inside the house. There’s a bunch of

    people inside.” This was a total lie. Besides

    for my parents and siblings that were sleep-
    ing soundly, there was nobody else present

    in my abode. But somehow, for some rea-
    son, they bought it. In a disgruntled sigh of

    desperation peppered with various exple-
    tives, they left us. We were saved. The next

    day and week was an absolute whirlwind;
    meeting with Police, Shomrim, detectives,
    and hours and hours of looking at mugshots
    and camera footage. It was only exactly a
    week later at the Seudas Hoda’ah that I had
    a chance to really think and contemplate
    about how I was mentally and emotionally

    affected from that episode. As most can re-
    late, my days are spent thinking of how my

    life can become more meaningful and more

    enjoyable, whether via accumulating mate-
    rial things or through gaining relationships

    with those who I deem important to have
    relationships with. Insecurities abound, I

    constantly chase those goals, trying to re-
    main afloat, and maybe even climb the lad-
    der of societal significance. In the moment

    that the gun was pressed against my chest,
    nothing mattered. Not a single thought of

    my standing in the world had any signifi-
    cance in my brain. The only thing that mat-
    tered was that I wanted to live. I was not

    ready to leave this world yet. There just

    were so many more real things left to ac-
    complish that I had yet to do. We are not

    in control of these episodes that make their
    way into our lives. Only our Maker, who
    is “ Levado- Asah, Oseh, V’yaaseh” is in
    complete control, and wants us to focus on
    our unique purpose and special relationship
    with Him. Hashem was the one Who put

    that fear into my life, and it was for a rea-
    son. And today, nothing rings more loudly

    and profoundly in my ears than that “quote
    poster” in fourth grade. It has been over a

    year since the episode. That fear, that hor-
    ror that I experienced, was placed in my life

    not to break me. It was there to make me.
    – R A
    Vues Master’s Note: Wow this week we
    are getting great letters! Great inspiration!
    Thanks for sharing!

    Dear Vues Master:
    Massive Concern about Mezuzahs; Do we
    have to worry now with all the troubles in
    the world that the scribes are incompetent
    to make kosher mezuzahs all of sudden?

    Years ago there was hysteria about wom-
    en’s wigs now mezuzahs are a problem!

    What will be the next Gittim papers, kes-
    ubahs, Torahs and tefillin? Where does it

    end? If yeshivish scribes are no good any-
    more? Is the alternative to become chas-
    sidic and use their scribes or should we

    become sephardic? Maybe I should try the
    other levels of Judaism because there are
    no problems with their ritual items! This

    new concern is a ploy to buy more expen-
    sive scribes products! Expensive does not

    mean better! Like jewish life is not hard
    and expensive enough!! My late mom used
    to say if we look for trouble we will find it!

    More concern about being kinder and toler-
    ant of one another and others is what we

    should concern ourselves with!!
    Vues Master’s Note: Oh so just bury your

    head in the sand and you will have no trou-
    ble! Trouble is great if you rise above it!

    Dear Vues Master:
    It is not a coincidence that Rabbi Akiva’s
    students started to die after Pesach. Rabbi
    Miller says, “The plague caused the student

    to soul search and they couldn’t find any-
    thing so they said, “Chatanu! It’s our fault.

    We weren’t polite enough to our comrades.
    We mistreated them.” If so, why did they
    continue to die? The reason is because they
    only addressed the symptom and not the
    cause. The root cause was most likely tied
    to how they were treating their parents. As
    it says in the Sefer HaChinuch (Mitzvah
    33) “One who transgressed honoring their
    parents violated a positive commandment,
    and his punishment is very great; for they
    are like one who ignores their Heavenly
    Father.” Also, Exodus 20:12, “Honor your
    father and your mother, so that you may
    live long in the land the Lord your G-d is

    giving you.” Had they honored their par-
    ents they would have not died young as the

    blessing applied as well to living long in
    the Land, which they were. Therefore, find

    me someone who honors both his parents
    and I will show you a mensch. Rabbi Akiva

    who would say, “You shall love your neigh-
    bor as yourself” If the teacher is preaching

    this then his students can’t claim ignorance.
    One can make the following hypothesis: if
    disrespecting a colleague shortens one life
    then surely disrespecting a parent will.
    Here is an indicator that they didn’t honor

    their parents. One time Rabbi Akiva’s stu-
    dents pushed aside his wife and one time

    they felt ashamed when he honored her.
    If they lacked shame for their teacher’s
    spouse then they probably lacked shame
    for their parents.
    Vues Master’s Note: Once again your letter
    is on topic! You never change! At least you
    don’t give up!

    Dear Vues Master:
    Binyamin was a successful merchant. He
    had amassed wealth and many friends
    whom he had generously assisted. During a
    financial crisis, however, he lost his wealth

    and then his friends. They stopped com-
    ing to visit. They no longer knew him. But

    Binyamin’s reversal of fortune did not last
    long. He persisted and was successful in
    turning things around. His former friends
    found their way to his home. Seeing them
    coming, Binyamin went to his safe, took
    out stacks of cash and placed them in a
    chest. He put the chest on the dining room
    table. When the guests entered, they asked
    what was in the chest. “My friends, I know
    that you did not come to see me. You came
    to see my money. So look, but don’t touch.”

    Vues Master’s Note: Money can’t buy hap-

    Dear Vues Master:
    Guardian Angel leader, Curtis Sliwa is
    recorded on YouTube making disgusting
    statements attacking religious Jews. Sliwa
    is a radio host on wabc. I am asking those
    of you with arbitron or nielsen diaries even
    if you listen to wabc and I know you do .
    Please do not admit to listening to WABC
    in the diary so we will not support those
    that do not like Jews.
    Vues Master’s Note: At least he is honest
    as we know where he stands, not like these
    two faced liars who make believe they like
    us but
    really hate us!!

    Dear Vues Master:
    There is a connection between Rabbi Akiva
    and Parsha Eikev. The word Eikev means
    heel and there are many layers to that word.
    The koof in the middle is a silhouette of the

    hip and leg and the Torah says there is a
    mitzvah that people treat like the back

    of their elbow but in this case it is com-
    pared to stepping on it with one’s heel;

    the mitzvah is anyone’s guess. Based on
    the current state of affairs, with parental
    alienation on the loose, it is the mitzvah
    of Kibud Av, specifically honoring one’s
    father. This is hinted to in the word Eikev
    (עקב (If you remove the middle letter,
    koof (which represents the heel) we are
    left with a phonic word av (father). The
    reason it is spelled with an ayin (and not an

    aleph) is because the word (עקב (is com-
    ing to teach how we came to trample upon

    this mitzvah. If you take away the verti-
    cal line in the word (עקב (one is left with

    mixture (ערב (and this is without changing
    the vowels (tzere and segol). Therefore,
    the lack of honoring parents is because
    children are mixed up about who to honor.
    Furthermore, Rabbi Akiva had the same
    problem we are having in our generation.
    Rabbi Akiva’s name is made up of Eikev
    (עקב (plus a yud and aleph (עקיבא(. There
    is a principle that G-d makes the remedy
    before the illness and since the illness is
    readily visible Eikev is read forward but
    the remedy, which in elusive, is found by
    reading Akiva backwards. The important
    part of the remedy is that it starts with the

    father (av) and after the foundation the To-
    rah (yud). Just like Pesach with the father

    and then Shavuos with the Torah.

    Vues Master’s Note: This letter is consis-
    tent with your heel!

    Dear Vues Master:
    R. Chaim Volozhiner Zt”l said,
    after right written is לא תעמד על דם “
    רכיל תלך לא to teach us that there are
    times when one is obligated to speak
    הרע לשון, otherwise, he will be עובר on
    The” לא תעמד על דם רעך
    that ,writes פתחי תשובה על או“ח ס‘ קנ“ו
    not speaking הרע לשון when there is a
    need to do so, is a bigger עבירה than
    לשה“ר speaking
    Vues Master’s Note: Shidduchim is now a
    big problem!

    Dear Vues Master:
    R. Yosef Shapiro* z”l from Tzfas wrote &
    composed two songs specifically for Lag
    לכבוד התנא האלוקי ר‘ שמעון בר יוחאי (1
    2) אשרינו The very popular song האלוקי
    התנא לכבוד is sung all over on Lag
    Ba’omer and also throughout the year.
    Pronouncing Elokai with a פתח under the
    ק means “My G-d” Singing
    האלוקי התנא with a פתח under the ק is

    כפירה דברי It’s saying ו“ח that The תנא is
    my G-d. מלהזכיר הס There will be those
    who will defend it and argue that it can’t
    be wrong/כפירה when you have thousands
    of Yidden singing it that way. This same
    argument was probably also used when

    there were thousands of Yidden worship-
    ping the הזהב עגל

    Vues Master’s Note: Most people don’t
    even think what these words mean as long
    as it is a nice song!!

    Dear Vues Master:
    I just read this great story that I think
    your readers would appreciate. Dr. Frank
    Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute

    when, on his way out, he accidentally col-
    lided with an elderly floor maid. To cover

    the awkward moment Dr. Mayfield started
    asking questions. “How long have you
    worked here?” “I’ve worked here almost
    since the place opened,” the maid replied.
    “What can you tell me about the history of
    this place?” he asked. “I don’t think I can
    tell you anything, but I could show you
    something.” With that, she took his hand
    and led him down to the basement under
    the oldest section of the building. She
    pointed to one of what looked like small
    prison cells, their iron bars rusted with
    age, and said, “That’s the cage where they

    used to keep Annie Sullivan.” “Who’s An-
    nie?” the doctor asked. Annie was a young

    girl who was brought in here because she

    was incorrigible—nobody could do any-
    thing with her. She’d bite and scream and

    throw her food at people. The doctors and

    nurses couldn’t even examine her or any-
    thing. I’d see them trying with her spitting

    and scratching at them. “I was only a few
    years younger than her myself and I used
    to think, ‘I sure would hate to be locked up
    in a cage like that.’ I wanted to help her,
    but I didn’t have any idea what I could do.
    I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn’t
    help her, what could someone like me do?
    “I didn’t know what else to do, so I just
    baked her some brownies one night after
    work. The next day I brought them in. I
    walked carefully to her cage and said,
    ‘Annie, I baked these brownies just for
    you. I’ll put them right here on the floor
    and you can come and get them if you
    want.’ “Then I got out of there just as fast
    as I could because I was afraid she might
    throw them at me. But she didn’t. She
    actually took the brownies and ate them.
    After that, she was just a little bit nicer to
    me when I was around. And sometimes I’d
    talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing.
    One of the nurses noticed this and she told
    the doctor. They asked me if I’d help them
    with Annie. I said I would if I could. So

    that’s how it came about that. Every time
    they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I
    went into the cage first and explained and
    calmed her down and held her hand. This
    is how they discovered that Annie was

    almost blind.” After they’d been work-
    ing with her for about a year—and it was

    tough sledding with Annie—the Perkins
    institute for the Blind opened its doors.
    They were able to help her and she went

    on to study and she became a teacher her-
    self. Annie came back to the Tewksbury

    Institute to visit, and to see what she could
    do to help out. At first, the Director didn’t
    say anything and then he thought about a

    letter he’d just received. A man had writ-
    ten to him about his daughter. She was

    absolutely unruly—almost like an animal.

    She was blind and deaf as well as ‘de-
    ranged.’ He was at his wit’s end, but he

    didn’t want to put her in an asylum. So he
    wrote to the Institute to ask if they knew
    of anyone who would come to his house
    and work with his daughter. And that is
    how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong
    companion of Helen Keller. When Helen
    Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was
    asked who had the greatest impact on her
    life and she said, “Annie Sullivan.” But
    Annie said, “No Helen. The woman who
    had the greatest influence on both our
    lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury
    Vues Master’s Note: Sounds like the blind
    leading the blind. Just kidding, beautiful

    Dear Vues Master:
    The secular Zionists have constantly been
    out to destroy Yiddishkeit. They wanted
    to eradicate the Torah and its followers.
    They keep trying to ו“ח שמד all of ישראל
    ר“ל. והקב“ה מצילנו מידם them turn and כלל
    הגוים ככל Hashem turned the tables on
    them. Instead of Zionist stopping us from

    learning Torah they became the largest fi-
    nancial supporters of Torah. They spend

    billions of Shekalim to build סמינר ,יעקב
    also They .etc ,חדרים, ישיבות, כוללים, בית
    spend billions to support the תורה בני who
    learn Torah. Over the past two thousand

    years,(maybe even beyond) there has nev-
    er been so much Torah learning anywhere

    in the world as it is done now in Eretz Yis-
    roel. There never was such a large ציבור of

    תלמידי חכמים, בני תורה, שומרי תורה ומצות
    The secular Zionists try to make it difficult
    to remain a Torah observant Yid, yet they
    are the ones who are paying billions of

    Shekalim for Rabonim, Dayanim, Mash-
    gichim, Shuls, & Mikvaos in every city &

    town in the country alleviating the finan-
    cial burden of Torah observant Yidden.

    In every country in the world, the שמד
    גזירת today is rampant. Intermarriage is

    between 70%-85% in every country ex-
    cept in the Zionist State where intermar-
    riage is less than 2-3% (still too many) As

    much as the secular Zionists try to שמד
    Klal Yisroel, The Ribono Shel Olam made
    sure their wishes won’t happen. Despite

    the Zionist claim of ידי ועוצם כחי, etc. es-
    pecially during the six-day war, the whole

    תשובה בעלי movement we know of today
    started during the war. For the past few
    thousand years there have never been so
    many תשובה בעלי as we have today. We
    could have had way more תשובה בעלי
    had we tried a little harder not to make the
    non-Frum have reason to hate us. Russian
    Jewry which seemed to be totally lost in

    the sixties was part of the six-day war mir-
    acle. Instead of the Zionists converting the

    Frum the opposite is happening, the non-
    Frum become Frum. Ben Yehudah, creat-
    ed the modern עברית so that the Frum Yid-
    den will give up their old fashion religion

    and become a modern non-Frum society
    with its own modern language. Today, the
    language used to learn Torah is mostly

    עברית. In most Chadorim, Yeshivos, Kol-
    lelim & Bais Yakovs the Shiurim & Sch-
    mussen are given in עברית. Chavrusos in

    the Bais Medrash argue & shout at each
    other in the language that was intended to
    keep them out of the Bais Medrash. Yes,
    it’s true it is not yet a perfect world out
    there, but when was the last time that it
    was? Even during ראשון בית, there were
    Kings who were זרה עבודה עובדי. Perhaps
    the secular Zionists should be the ones to
    say ללה, being it was the Zionist State who
    saved them from שמד. Almost 100% of

    the European non-Zionist Maskilim con-
    verted and abandoned Yiddishkeit. Their

    descendants are all Goyim who don’t even
    know of their Jewish heritage. The only

    Maskilim descendants who are still Yid-
    den today are the Zionist Maskilim who

    made Aliyah & live in Eretz Yisroel.
    Vues Master’s Note: Hashem has a great
    sense of humor!