“From that day on, I faithfully put on tefillin every day. One mitzvah pulls another in its wake, and from the mitzvah of tefillin I began observing other mitzvos.
My day in court arrived. It was Tu B’Shevat, exactly one year ago today. My chances of winning the case seemed nil, but I went to court in high spirits, placing my trust in the Rebbe’s promise.
“When I took the stand, I told the truth – that I had paid but had not received a receipt. The judge was persuaded of the truth of my story, and acquitted me of any wrongdoing. From that day on, my offices have been closed on Shabbos. Not only has this not harmed my interests, but business has boomed! I have begun to live a full life of Torah and mitzvos, though I am not an actual chassid.”
The man finished his tale and smiled. “Today, on the anniversary of the day when I won my court case because of the Rebbe – and when I was, so to speak, reborn – I thought it proper to bring the Rebbe a basket of the best fruits.” (Stories My Grandfather Told Me)
Reprinted from the Parshas Beshalach (the week in which Tu B’Shevat) 5784 email of The Weekly Vort.
