Blessed be He, will bring you salvation by answering your weight...That now you will be the 'meritorious of the many' and make sure that the most kosher and elegant food is placed on the plates of Jews."
Aharleh accepted the judgment with love, took a course of mashgiachim and worked at night on the laws of meat and milk, saltiness, and more, and was hired as a kashrut supervisor in a luxury hotel. He is a welcoming type, and the cooks and all the staff members happily followed his instructions, and the level of kashrut in that hotel skyrocketed, so much so that at a certain point the ultra-Orthodox public also visited the place for his celebrations. In the meantime, as a 'bankrupt' the court imposed on him a considerable sum of money to repay his creditors every month, but according to the estimate of his enormous debts, he had to repay them in thirty or forty incarnations...
He turned to me: "Honorable Rabbi, I have accepted your advice, I am bringing bread home, but please bless me that I will be able to repay all my debts to the creditors. Not as a 'bankrupt,' but with his head held high." I congratulated him and encouraged him, though in common sense, this seemed completely impossible.
For five years Aharleh worked as a supervisor, and one evening the hotel manager called him and informed him: "Aharleh, my friend, you are a dear religious Jew, and I have a small mission for you, today a religious Jew arrived at the hotel about 80 years old, and he will live here, God willing, until 120. He has a little trouble walking, so I ask that you take upon yourself the task of visiting him two or three times a day, to enjoy his time, and to take care of his meals." Aharleh gave his life for the man, his parents died for him when he was young, and the old man was like a father to him. He fed him, watered him, was happy with him, and occasionally hosted him in his home.
One day, while they were sitting, a respectable woman entered the hotel apartment and introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Reuma Gillon, I am Morris's daughter, I heard that you are very concerned about my father and I have come to express my appreciation and great gratitude to you." The three of them sit on the balcony overlooking the sea, and then in between, Mrs. Reuma asks Aharleh how many years he has been a kosher supervisor. He tells her in short words that he found himself here after a bankruptcy in the real estate industry due to a "sting." Mrs. Gilon can't believe her ears. Aharleh tells her about the big projects he built and initiated in Israel, and about the big fall. And then she sums up the conversation: "Mr. Aharleh, I need a Jew like you by my side. Most of my business is abroad, but now I'm going to invest in a huge tourism project here in Israel, and I need a CEO and a partner. For a whole year I have been looking for a God-fearing and reliable person with knowledge of real estate and construction to manage my business here in Israel. How about accepting the position, Mr. Berdinsky?"
Our Aharleh is given the position of CEO in Ms. Gilon's business, and as a token of appreciation for her devoted care of her father, she gives him 18% of the company's shares in Israel, without investing a single penny. After five years of hard work with rare achievements, Aharleh has paid off all his debts, and has almost returned to his previous financial situation... Moreover, Morris – Mrs. Gillon's father – passed away recently, leaving him a considerable sum in his will. But the most important thing, Aharleh continues to attend the Talmud classes in the neighborhood and he is meticulous about kashrut to the point of iodine, and of course, he constantly congratulates me on the advice I gave him to work as a kashrut supervisor, and thus to do the repentance that restored him to his status..."
