A Yid from America relates: I want to tell you about a Yid I know. This is a simple Yid. He davens three times a day, goes to a shiur, lives by halachah, but has no special hasagos. He works for his living in Manhattan, and most of the day he is there. The big surprise is that all his sons are great talmidei chachamim, marbitzei Torah, precious Yidden who established glorious families and are mezakeh the rabbim.
One day I asked him, “How were you zocheh? Tell me, what is your secret? You are a businessman, and your sons...each one is so special!”
“I’ll tell you about a small mesirus nefesh I had,” the businessman answered me. “Despite the many years that I have been working in Manhattan, I have no idea what Manhattan looks like. When I travel by car to work, I focus only on the road, looking neither right or left. I never look out the side window, not even once. I guard my eyes so as not to see any peritzus, chas v’shalom.
I stand in my store, and I have no idea what the street looks like. It is possible that this is my zechus.”
I think it is a mitzvah to publicize this type of testimony. May we all be zocheh to see nachas and doros yesharim!
