(Peninei Ein Hemed, Issue (574))
We have before us an amazing story that was told by the Gaon, Rabbi Moshe Deri shlita, and although unfortunately it did not end well, nevertheless the lesson, in which we can learn from the story, increases tenfold, and therefore we have decided to bring it to you in the conclusion of the matter.
The story happened not so long ago. One of the couples in Israel had not been absent for several years since their wedding. They prayed and begged the Creator endlessly, received blessings from tzaddikim and rabbis, and even tried a number of segulot. And behold, God heard their cry, and at a good and successful time the couple was informed that they would soon be embracing a male son. The child was born healthy and whole, G-d forbid, and the parents loved him immensely. They pampered him and gave him everything. A year and a half after the birth, the mother fell ill with intestinal disease, which caused her great suffering and severe pain. She went to the doctor, who gave her a rare and very strong medicine that relieves the pain and leads to the healing of the intestines. Every morning the mother took the medicine and felt relief in her condition. One morning, after the mother had taken the daily medicine from the box, she forgot to close it when she finished using it and went back to her business. The husband, who was just about to leave the house for work, looked at the open bottle of medicine and informed his wife that the medicine was open, and that she would not forget to close it immediately in the next few minutes. "Don't worry, I'm finishing tidying up the child here and I'm already going to fix it," she said to her husband as she messed with her son. "Okay, I moved. Goodbye," he said and left. But things didn't go as planned. The mother had finished taking care of her son and forgot about the exposed medicine. She went to tidy up the house, while her little one-and-a-half-year-old son wandered slowly around the house. The curious boy saw a strange box on the counter, which caught his eyes and began to climb towards it. It was the open remedy! The boy climbed up on the table, saw the special liquid in the bottle, opened his mouth and began to sip the intriguing liquid to saturate it. Oh my goodness! After a few seconds he started coughing, as if he had suffocated. The mother wanted to see how he was doing, and her eyes darkened. She saw the strong, pungent fluid dripping from her son's mouth, as he choked and began to turn blue. She did not know her soul because of her grief and panic. She immediately called MDA and called an ambulance. The rescue forces took him to the medical center. He was rushed into the emergency room in a very serious condition while the doctors tried to save his condition. Within a few minutes, the father received a notification of his son's serious condition and he quickly made his way to the medical center. The doctors came out from time to time and announced, Because the situation continues to be critical and every moment is critical. A few minutes later, the terrible rumor came out: the toddler had passed away.
The parents, who had been waiting for this son for many years, burst into tears and refused to recover. After a few hours, when they calmed down, the mother did not know how she would be able to look into her husband's eyes, after she was blamed for the death of their only son, for being negligent in closing the dangerous drug. She was embarrassed and ashamed. Her husband, who knew all that had happened, approached her and whispered in her ear: "My dear wife, know that I have always appreciated you and I do not want you to feel that you have some kind of guilt for the death of our son. The Lord gave and the Lord took away, may the name of the Lord be blessed. You are not guilty at all." The bereaved mother did not know her soul. She could not believe what she heard, she was sure that her husband would hurl harsh and terrible things at her, which would make her feel terrible guilt for the rest of her life. After a while, they approached the husband and asked him: "Tell us, how did you have the strength not to blame your wife and not to hurt her, but on the contrary, to encourage her and lift her up in this difficult situation?" The husband heard this and replied: "As soon as I heard the terrible news of the death of my beloved son, caused by the exposed drug, I wanted to be angry and cry out about it, but I immediately thought: 'If I cry out now and hurl harsh words at my wife, will it be of any benefit to the difficult situation we find ourselves in? Or will he deepen the sorrow and pain and cause my wife to feel terrible guilt for the rest of her life, which will not come out of?! .?" I kept thinking about another thing that reassured me: after all, my son is also her son, and she certainly didn't do it intentionally, and why should I yell at her at these moments, when she herself is in this terrible pain? And why should I add pain to her pain? And finally, I thought of something else, which silenced my conscience: Who even said that my wife was to blame? Maybe I was to blame?! After all, I too saw the medicine open and did not close it, but I trusted my wife – maybe instead of giving orders to my wife, who was busy, I should have taken care of closing the medicine and not leaving the house beforehand! Therefore, I felt that I was also to blame for this, and therefore I encouraged my wife and did not hurt her.
