A shocking incident that took place one year before he was asked to the heavenly mativta of the Chazon Ish. The narrator is the author of the story himself, a Jew named Rabbi Yaakov Feldman, a native of Danilav in the Marmarosh district, who currently lives in the Land of Israel.
One day, the man told his life story to Rabbi Eliezer Klein, the rabbi of the "Khal Yera'im" in the city of Be'er Sheva. When I was seventeen years old, I left my parents' house to work in a small Hungarian town, Almspizti. I soon forgot about the education I had received at my father's house. I tried to hide my Jewishness even from the fear of the enemies who began to take over there in 1942 and who harassed and persecuted every Jew, but I could only continue to do so until 1944, when the Nazis transferred me with my brother to Auschwitz in Poland, but I was miraculously saved, then I was transferred to Theresienstadt and released from there in 1945. I stayed in the Czech Republic until 1948, when I immigrated to Eretz Israel.
As I said, I cut off all contact with Judaism and with the education I received in my parents' home. I worked not only on Shabbat, but also on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. On the night of Yom Kippur 5713 (1953) I was working as usual. That night my father, Rabbi Chaim Mordechai z"l, appeared to me in a dream, dressed in a white and polished kittel, wrapped in a fist-lit tallit, as if he were alive, and said to me: 'Repent! Go back to the path I raised you, otherwise your years will be interrupted!' And here it was Friday night. Late at night I went into a café in Rishon Lezion (in that city I used to work in a garage). I ate and drank and went home. I went to turn on the radio, and at that moment I heard a voice behind me: 'Oh my God! Are you a sinner again?!' (Gewald du Zindigst Waitari'(. I turned around and I saw my father, who perished in Auschwitz, and again he was standing in front of me, wrapped in a kittel and a tallit, and I heard him say to me: Don't think it's just a dream, I've come to warn you to repent. In heaven you have already been sentenced to death!" My late father's image disappeared immediately. That Shabbat, of course, I didn't smoke cigarettes, I didn't turn on the radio, but on Saturday night I went to the movies. When I got home, when I had just opened the door, I immediately saw my father's image again as if I were daydreaming, and he begged and asked before I did better, and told me that this was his last warning...
At that time, I was working as the manager of the metalworking workshop at the Titanic garage in Rishon LeZion. So I got up on Sunday morning and divided and arranged the work among the workers. Then I went to Bnei Brak to the Chazon Ish, about whom I had heard from many people, in order to tell him my dreams. To my surprise, when I had just crossed the threshold of his house, the Chazon Ish began to speak to me harshly: "Oh my God, you work on Shabbat, Rosh Hashanah and also on Yom Kippur, your father has no rest in the upper world, you have been doomed to karet." He finished his words and continued to sit in his chair as if he were dozing, leaning his head between his hands, and I stood in front of him, embarrassed and upset. How does he know?! Finally, after a few moments of watching, the Chazon Ish opened his eyes and said to me: 'Thanks to a great mitzvah that existed in your youth, you will be added from the top of the days and years: From now on, you will return to good health and walk the right path as your father taught you. Will you remember what mitzvah existed in your youth?' I replied: 'Even though I was a Shabbat violator, I never hurt anyone and I also gave charity.' The Chazon Ish replied: 'This is not enough, it is not because of this that you merit that your sentence will be torn up...' Then I remembered that when I was about fourteen years old, a woman came to us and told my father that in a certain village there was a dead Jewish child and there was no one to take care of him to bring him to the grave of Israel. My father sent me to the village to carry out the matter, and even though the action was associated with the danger of life because there were gentiles who were going wild on the roads at the time, and I had to go through an entire forest in fear of death, I fulfilled the mitzva to perfection. When I heard the story, the Chazon Ish shook his head and did not say anything more.
When I left his house, I took it upon myself to keep Torah and mitzvot as a and from then on I see my actions as a blessing and a success –complete Jew.
(Pe'er HaDor, vol. 4, 55) in the book "Pneinei Rabbeinu HaKehalot Yaakov" (97)
quotes the words of Maran HaGaon Kanievsky zt"l about this story, and he said: 'This is a story about the "Chazon Ish", a wonder and wonder! A terrible story the likes of which have not been heard! Later he added: 'As is well known, souls came to Maran the Chazon Ish zt"l. And the father of this Jew came to the Chazon Ish from the world of truth and told him about his son and asked him to correct his son... This is the 'plain meaning' of the story," he concluded.
