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A few weeks ago, a father and mother called me from a hospital, telling me that their son had a stroke, Rachmana Litzlan, and half his body wasn’t working. I screamed that: “It’s Mamash baloney and the boy is perfect!” I challenged the father to look at his eye, which had suddenly closed and was now open! By the way, I also yelled at the boy that “I know that he’s perfect, and it’s all a joke”. The boy laughed. I kept repeating again and again “Look how he’s laughing. Everything is 100% fine!” (By the way, the Gr”a says that laughter cures the body, like it says: רוח איש יכלכל מחלהו).
The parents told me that he suddenly looked great, except for a slight tingling in one arm. I told them to get away from the hospital as soon as possible, since doctors are scary, and the fears that they instill in a person can make things worse. The parents came home after a day or two, and they kept discussing their boy positively and saying “he looks great!” all the time. Needless to say, today he’s Gevaldig.