These were the days of the Shabbat demonstrations on the Ramot road in Jerusalem. One Shabbat, Rabbi Herschel Sacks, grandson of Maran Chafetz Chaim, and Rabbi Yisrael Gliss, both of whom were members of the "Neighborhood Committee" that fought to open the Ramot Road to traffic on Shabbat, met. But the methods of protest and demonstrations were not to their liking. What would happen here, was that what they meant!? Stones, riots and desecration of God. They decided to move to the other side of the road – where we will try to act in a pleasant way. Rabbi Herschel suggested acting in an original way: When he passes, you will ride Rabbi Gillis, remember his first digits and I will remember the last ones. A car passed by, a yellow Volkswagen. On Sunday, Rabbi Gliss, a practical and energetic man, managed to find out where the owner of the car lived in the Ramot neighborhood. "We will drive to him," said Rabbi Herschel. And so one evening at around nine o'clock they knocked on the driver's door ...
A boy opened the door: 'Father, two rabbis came here to ask for charity'... The father went to the door. "Please we have come to talk, is it possible to enter for five minutes?" Asked. The man took them into the living room of his house when he was stunned, where did these two ultra-Orthodox men fall from... Rabbi Gillis began: "We live on the Ramot road, we bought apartments here on the edge of the city, in order to live in a quiet place, without seeing the desecration of the Sabbath." Rabbi Herschel added excitedly, in Yiddish Hebrew with an American accent: "I came from America to live here in the Holy Land, where in America everything is full of Shabbat desecration, a land full of gentiles and impurity, and I immigrated to the Land of Israel to live in Jerusalem, to find a holy corner there without Shabbat desecration, please help me with this... "And they shall continue to seek Him with words that come from the heart... The driver replied: "Since you are asking so nicely, I will no longer drive on the Ramot road." True, this is the end of their meeting, but not the story...
A month passed, and the wife of that driver called Rabbi Glees: "We are having a Bar Mitzvah for our son for a while I wanted to ask the Rabbi, where can I buy kosher meat?" Rabbi Gillis told Rabbi Herschel about the phone: "Nice, there is progress... Rabbi Herschel responded, "Why didn't you ask, when and where the Bar Mitzvah will be held, we will come!" A week passed, and again a phone call: "Where can I buy tefillin?" They went together to Mea Shearim and bought tefillin at Eisenbach's.
After a while they called again: "Our son wants the kitchen in our house to be kosher." It was an amazing sight, an exciting sight to see the grandson of the Chafetz Chaim – Rabbi Herschel prepares the kitchen, while singing and ruling: 'This is kosher and this is treif, this must be thrown away for hagal', and everything is done with singing and joy. The son entered the yeshiva, slowly the girls became stronger, one of them came to "Neve Jerusalem," and so the whole house changed - all out of a conversation of love and friendship.
Years passed, the year 5765 arrived. Rabbi Gillis passed by Havatzelet Street, the street where the marriage registration offices of the Jerusalem Rabbinate are located. Suddenly he was approached with a request: 'Please come in to testify about the singleness of a yeshiva boy M.' Among other things, he found out that the young man's future bride was a daughter of the same family from the Ramot neighborhood...
