The Midrash connects Reuven’s rescue of Yosef and the Chanukah miracle of the pure oil

What exactly did Reuven hear that caused him to save Yosef? When Yosef’s brothers conspired to kill him, they said, “Let’s kill him… and then we’ll see what will come of his dreams.”
The bank teller was rude to me today. For no reason other than that I’d filled in the wrong date on my deposit slip. She must be having a hard day, I reasoned. Well, so was I. Actually, I was having a hard week.
I’d just landed from a week spent in the States. I was jetlagged and overwhelmed with all the errands, appointments, and tasks I’d pushed off until I’d return from my trip. (Actually, most of these things had been pushed off a lot longer.) Whatever the case, I had too much to do and not enough time, and the combo didn’t allow for calm nerves. And it appeared that everyone around me was just as antsy. Was it my exhaustion that made me feel like the whole population was on edge? Or was it the culture crash? It seemed as soon as we landed in Ben Gurion, the atmosphere on the plane became charged.
I felt tired of it all. Tired of being hassled, first by the bank clerk, then the lady in the parking lot who didn’t like that my car was wider than her Fiat. But I was parked between my two lines. Try explaining that to her. I offered her a big smile (fake!) and then ran to the next errand on my list: the pharmacy.
Entering, I nearly groaned out loud. The line snaked almost out the door. Grabbing a number, I resigned myself to waiting, half-sleeping standing up.
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