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Vayimaen — The Fatal 5 Minutes | Rabbi Reuven Schmeltzer. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
A Yid related to the following story. I was walking along with my friend Hayem who was blind. I was escorting him and suddenly his phone rings and he says, oh, that's my alarm. That's the hour that I have to keep Schmier's haloschen. In my silence, he sensed that I didn't approve so much of this Kabbalah and he says, oh, you're one of those who think that just one hour of Schmier's haloschen doesn't mean anything because, anyway, you're not supposed to talk Lushunar ever, huh? So I said to him, so Hayem, what's the answer? He said, well, I know that this hour is going to bring me further to many more hours and I'm going to get closer to Schmier eventually. Sounds like you're pretty positive about that. I told him. He said, yes, I am. I'll tell you a story. A few months ago, I got a phone call from a neighbor of mine in Rishan, Litsion, which is a city. A lot of front people, a lot of not-from-people. My neighbor's name is Nitsan. He's in his 20s. He calls me up hysterical, crying and crying. You must tell me how I could become from. I need someone who could direct me to keep the entire tire. I said to him, why so radical?
He said, I wanted to get close to a Schmier. You know, I love a Schmier. I love the nation of cloudy soil. I'm just not observant. But I wanted to do something to get a Kesher, aband with the Rebo initial of them. I was McCabble to keep Shabbos from 12 o'clock at night to 10 o'clock in the morning. My friend's, they made fun of me. They're ridiculing. That's not Shabbos. You can't make up your own hours when Shabbos is. My non-from-friends said, oh, what a joke. While you're sleeping, 12 o'clock at night to 10 o'clock in the morning, you're going to keep Shabbos. Aha, but I was adamant. I want to keep it, and that's it. I want to show a Schmier. I mean it. I want something. Friday night, ready after that, I was out with my friends. It was late at night. We were driving. Nabuch, little Shabbos. We were driving. And it was getting closer to 12 o'clock at night, and I knew I had to keep McCabble at. So I told my friends, at 10 to 12, I have to get out of the car regardless. They said, come on. We'll be home by 12 o'clock at 12 o'clock at night, and I knew I had to keep McCabble at. So I told my friends, at 10 to 12, I have to get out of the car regardless. No, I made up from 12 to 10. Come with me. I'm keeping it. 10 to 12, you let me out of the car. They let me out of the cars in the middle of nowhere.
There was a bench on the side of the road. I went to the bench. I took up my phone. I shut my phone. I prepared myself on the bench, and I was going to lay down and spend the night there. People stopped to offer me their phones, to offer me rides. Of course, it's not what I needed. Finally, finally, after a fit full night, I woke up at 10 o'clock in the morning, where I got up. I turned on my phone. Nabuch. I called a taxi. Taxi came and drives me the next 20 minutes to my house. I opened the door of my house, and I am met with steers by my family members. And then they started hysterically crying, and they embraced me. They hugged me. You're here. You're here. I said, what? They said, at 11.55 last night, the car that you were in was in a fatal accident, and all the occupants were killed. We were sure we're going to go to your funeral this morning, and here you are, standing alive. I realized that the Rebellion shall I let him fail you so much, my cabala, though I know it isn't a vera. That was me in my college office. And yet, here I was. The minister wants for me, that little bit. So Hain finishes and tells me, that one hour of Shmer is all I should, I'm sure, will
get me places. This is the chiswick we almost take. The Rebellion shall I love, even our small gestures.
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