My son and a friend went to downtown Los Angeles Friday, the last day before Yeshiva starts after yomtov, to do Mivtzoim.
They came home with a simple, yet profound story that portrays the power of pure and simple Ahavas Yisroel.
They walked into a store and put on Tefillin with a middle-aged Iranian Jew and his college-aged son.
After they donned Tefillin, my son asked the young man, “How was your Simchas Torah?”
This is what he answered:
“Great! I am a student at USC (University of Southern California) so I went to Chabad on campus and it was really nice. I didn’t stay too long, but the most amazing thing happened on my way home.
“As I was leaving down the block, one of the Yeshiva boys that were helping run the program, tipsy from celebrating, stopped me and asked if he could give me a hug.
“I agreed, and we hugged for a couple of seconds.
“As I got to the crosswalk about to cross the street, a drunk driver spun out of control, crashed into another car and landed directly in the middle of the crosswalk where I would have been if I wasn’t hugged by my fellow Jew!
“My life was saved! The car that was sitting in the crosswalk was shredded as if it had gone through a blender.”
That was this young man’s story.
As I am sitting here listening to my son tell this story, I am moved beyond words. The Rebbe instilled in us Chassidim unconditional love for every Yid.
This Bochur left the comforts of home to help a Shliach. He is tipsy with joy and how does he express it? By hugging a Yid passing by! The koach of that Ahavas Yisroel saved a life!
A mother from Los Angeles