Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Here's another interesting story:
While Jonathan was staying with me I encountered a problem with one of my colleagues, actually my mentor. Another of our colleagues fabricated a story that we had cheated on something in the company and my mentor decided he could no longer work with me. I was mortified. He gave in to pressure, even though he knew it wasn't true. We did not cheat. (My mentor, as well as the man that accused us, are secular or reform Jews). I was really really upset over my mentor's decision that he would no longer work with me on projects. Besides that i thought i needed his help, i really respected this man and enjoyed working with him.
At this time, Joni decided he wanted to go to the Mikveh every day. The easiest one to get to at this point, sort of on my route to work, only a slight detour, was the mikveh at the lubovitcher Rebbe's grave. So we started going there every day. He would dunk in the mikveh, I would visit the grave and drop in a note. Sometimes I would ask for the heath of my family. Sometimes I would ask that this situation at work be resolved.
Months went by.
I hadn't heard a word from my mentor.
Eventually, he called me on the telephone. He said, he was thinking very hard about the situation. He felt very bad about the decision he had made to end our association. He said (out of the blue) that he had met the Lubovitcher Rebbe when he was a child (a good 40 years earlier) - I don't remember why, something to do with the trouble he was having in Hebrew School), and that something the rebbe had said to him then stuck in his mind and caused him to change his mind now about his current decision.
Isn't that strange? I had been praying at the Rebbe's grave,dropping in notes, asking for help. I wasn't sure if i believed in any of this but i also thought it couldn't hurt. And the Rebbe gave him a message. And helped him change his mind. And the Rebbe made sure that I knew who helped me. That is, if I believe that the Rebbe can help. I wonder.
While Jonathan was staying with me I encountered a problem with one of my colleagues, actually my mentor. Another of our colleagues fabricated a story that we had cheated on something in the company and my mentor decided he could no longer work with me. I was mortified. He gave in to pressure, even though he knew it wasn't true. We did not cheat. (My mentor, as well as the man that accused us, are secular or reform Jews). I was really really upset over my mentor's decision that he would no longer work with me on projects. Besides that i thought i needed his help, i really respected this man and enjoyed working with him.
At this time, Joni decided he wanted to go to the Mikveh every day. The easiest one to get to at this point, sort of on my route to work, only a slight detour, was the mikveh at the lubovitcher Rebbe's grave. So we started going there every day. He would dunk in the mikveh, I would visit the grave and drop in a note. Sometimes I would ask for the heath of my family. Sometimes I would ask that this situation at work be resolved.
Months went by.
I hadn't heard a word from my mentor.
Eventually, he called me on the telephone. He said, he was thinking very hard about the situation. He felt very bad about the decision he had made to end our association. He said (out of the blue) that he had met the Lubovitcher Rebbe when he was a child (a good 40 years earlier) - I don't remember why, something to do with the trouble he was having in Hebrew School), and that something the rebbe had said to him then stuck in his mind and caused him to change his mind now about his current decision.
Isn't that strange? I had been praying at the Rebbe's grave,dropping in notes, asking for help. I wasn't sure if i believed in any of this but i also thought it couldn't hurt. And the Rebbe gave him a message. And helped him change his mind. And the Rebbe made sure that I knew who helped me. That is, if I believe that the Rebbe can help. I wonder.
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