There was once a Sheila – a complicated halachic query about a chicken that was brought before the Ropshitzer rav to answer. The Rav ruled that it was kosher and his talmidim began to argue and dispute the ruling trying to bring support for their decision that the chicken was treif and that the Ropshitzer’s pesak was mistaken. After the discussion went on for some time the Ropshitzer halted the talmidim in midstride, cut them off and announced “I pasken and rule that this chicken is Kosher and that is that nothing you say can change my words or sway my ruling decision!” Just then in walked a deathly ill man with a kvitel and asked the Ropshitzer for a beracha. The Ropshitzer replied aloud: “Just now a chicken with supposedly the very same ailment as this sick Jew was brought before me for a pesak, and I ruled that the chicken was kosher, therefore I tell you it is not treif you can surely live even with such a condition,” and he turned to the sick Yid and declared, “Do you hear my ruling? I say you can live and so you too shall have a refuah sheleima!” And he did. (Luach haHillula)
