Rabbi Wallek of Shaare Chesed was an emissary of one of the movements for settlement in the Land of Israel, and for this purpose he set his feet around the world in order to bring souls to the settlement of the Land of Israel. With his rhetorical ability and fear of God, he succeeded in his role. Among his wanderings in 1929, he arrived in Chicago. On Shabbat he entered the main synagogue and after the approval of the gabbai, he went up to the podium and was excited. On Saturday night, late on Shabbat, Rabbi Yerachmiel Weksler, a great Jew, approached Rabbi Wallek and said: Your speech captivated me, and I would like to visit my family in the Land of Israel and get a closer impression, and then I will finally decide on my next steps. The man said and did. During the period of Adar Nissan 1929, he traveled with some of his family members to the Land of Israel. After Pesach 1929, Rabbi Yerachmiel visited the city of Hebron and saw the Yeshiva of Knesset Yisrael in its splendor. He was deeply impressed by the atmosphere within the walls of the return, and among the students he saw several young men from America, and as a result he decided to leave his sixteen-year-old son, Yechezkel, to study in the yeshiva. His father, Rabbi Yerachmiel, returned to America with the aim of liquidating his business at a good opportunity and then immigrating and gardening the soil of the land.
Menachem Av Hospital 1929, on a holy Shabbat, riots broke out – the riots of 1929, many of the city's residents and yeshiva students were tortured and slaughtered by the bloodthirsty Ishmaelites. Rabbi Wallek, who continued to work for the settlement of the land, understood one thing, that he was not allowed to come to Chicago... Unpleasant... He thought, and rightly so: What shall I say to the worshippers of the Great Synagogue, that I sent the son of Rabbi Yerachmiel to death?! For me personally, there will be no shortage of other places to praise the Land of Israel except Chicago, I will go to other places... Days passed, even years, Rabbi Wallek was walking down a main street in New York, and who was in front of him if not the bereaved father, Rabbi Weksler... To his surprise, the father happily declares: "Shalom Aleichem Rabbi Wallek, where have you gone, it's a pity that you don't continue the holy work, and you will merit more Jews to immigrate to Eretz Yisrael." Rabbi Wallek found himself stuttering apologies for not coming, but Rabbi Weksler begged him until he revealed the real reason. You understand for yourself that it is not pleasant to perform in that place, And especially in the main synagogue where I spoke and managed to convince you to go up, and then... You have lost your son. The two stood silently facing each other in the street of a city, with hundreds of people passing by them from all directions, cars honking, buses emitting thick smoke, and Rabbi Yerachmiel standing in front of Rabbi Wallek, suddenly Rabbi Yerachmiel stretched out both his hands towards the serious face of the elderly Rabbi Wallek and said: "Rabbi Wallek, you cannot describe, what gratitude I have for you." Rabbi Wallek looked at him in astonishment, not understanding what he meant, but Rabbi Yerachmiel did not leave time for thoughts, and continued with enthusiasm: I had a son Yaakov Yechezkel. He was decreed in heaven not to live more than sixteen years. If I had not immigrated to the Land of Israel, he would certainly have died here on the spot, in the land of the nations. My son could have been killed like an American child in a car accident or an illness or any other trouble. Now that G-d has rewarded me through you to bring him to Eretz Yisrael and to bring him into a holy yeshiva, to make him a ben Torah, and in the end he has even merited to die for sanctifying the great and terrible God, how much gratitude I owe you for this... Both of their eyes sparkled with tears in the streets of a city, and Rabbi Yerachmiel concluded: "Did you take a child for me? Not! Didn't you give me a child – a yeshiva boy? You saved my son."
