A Promise Made, A
Promise Kept
By
Menachem Ziegelboim
It was evening and
the port was teeming with passengers parting from loved ones with hugs and
tears. The anonymous young man turned to the girl and said, “The time has come
to board the ship.” Tears came to her eyes. She didn’t dream salvation would
come so quickly. With a little bundle in her arms she walked towards the ramp.
Then she stopped and in a tear-choked voice said, “You helped me so much, and I
don’t even know your name. How can I repay you?” * An amazing story of the Rebbe
MH”M in the early years in Paris.
PART I
It was
afternoon at the Chabad House in Venice. Tourists from all over the world walked
through the unique city streets, among the beautiful homes and alongside the
canals. One of the tourists noticed the Chabad House sign and decided to enter.
He met Rabbi Rachamim Benin, shliach in Venice, and Rabbi Meir Holtzberg,
a young man spending time in Venice with the students of the local yeshiva.
“My name is
Daniel,” said the man with an air of self-confidence, as he began his story.
“Although I
may not appear to be religious, I grew up in the United States with kashrus
and Shabbos. Let me tell you my story...”
PART II
Margaret
walked alone through the busy Paris streets. She was a young survivor of the
war, which had left her bereft of everything. Somehow she had managed to elude
the Nazis, but now, in 5701 (1941), she wandered about not knowing what to do
next.
Margaret’s
entire family had been sent to Auschwitz, and at the height of the war she
roamed about in the big world with no relative or acquaintance to help her. She
was a refugee with not a penny in her pocket. Somehow she managed to survive
from day to day.
Margaret’s
dream was to get to America where she hoped she could begin life anew. Without
money, her longing remained just a fantasy, distant and unattainable.
One day,
while meandering brokenheartedly along one of the main streets of Paris,
Margaret noticed an obviously Jewish person, characteristic of the “older”
generation. He had refined Jewish features, wise eyes, a black beard, and
although he wore modern garb, one could see he was a religious Jew.
Impetuously
Margaret approached him. For having no other recourse, she didn’t hesitate to
speak to him and to reveal her innermost thoughts. Something about him
captivated her heart.
Margaret
introduced herself, briefly told him about her life and lamented her present
unfortunate situation. “I want to flee Europe as fast as possible, but I don’t
know what to do,” she said sadly.
The man
listened to her quietly, letting her unburden her soul, and then said, “Behold,
the Guardian of Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps. You have witnessed many
miracles until now, and it wasn’t for naught that you remained alive.”
The man
spent time bolstering Margaret’s faith, and then he suggested that she come with
him to the port to see what could be done. The girl agreed and the two of them
walked to the port. The man immediately began inquiring about a ship sailing to
America. It turned out that that very evening a large ship was departing for
that very destination. He began making efforts towards obtaining a ticket, which
seemed to be an impossibility since there were so many refugees desperate to
leave Europe, especially when there remained so little time until the ship would
be leaving. Nevertheless, a few hours work bore fruit, and the ticket was in his
hands, though not before paying a fortune for the privilege.
Then the
two of them headed for the ship, with the man taking care of last minute
arrangements before Margaret had to board. It was evening, and the passengers
were taking leave of their loved ones with hugs and tears. The anonymous man
turned to the girl and told her it was time to board.
Tears came
to Margaret’s eyes. She hadn’t dreamed that her salvation would come that
quickly. With her little bundle in hand, she turned towards the ramp. Then she
stopped, and in a tear-choked voice she said, “You’ve helped me so much and
taken care of all my needs, and I don’t even know your name. How can I repay
you?”
The young
man listened quietly and then said in a serious and thoughtful tone, “You may
repay me by keeping Shabbos and kashrus.”
Margaret
nodded her head silently and boarded the ship. The man didn’t leave just yet. He
waited for hours until the sailors untied the ropes and the ship sailed away.
The man knew that the refugees’ lives were worth nothing to people, and that
they wouldn’t hesitate to send the helpless girl off the boat at the last
moment. So he waited until the ship departed.
PART III
“Margaret
was my mother, a’h!” concluded Daniel emotionally. “The man was your
Rebbe, who was in France at the time.
“I always
remember my mother being particular about Shabbos and kashrus. She would
tell her story again and again and voice the debt of gratitude she owed the
Rebbe.
“Many years
after meeting the Rebbe she came across a picture of the Rebbe from around that
period of time, and that is how she identified the man who had helped her. She
inquired and discovered that it was the Lubavitcher Rebbe who lived in Brooklyn.
She actually went to see him, to thank him personally for rescuing her.”
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