True tales from the corners of our world
Ilearn in kollel full-time, but I get my exercise by playing basketball a few hours a week. One night as I was waiting at courtside for my turn to play, I was learning Rav Chaim Kanievsky’s sefer, Ta’ama D’kra. A guy who I’ll call Rafael (all names are changed to protect privacy) approached me. I saw him glance at the sefer in my hand.
“That’s Rav Chaim’s sefer, right?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“Rav Chaim made my shidduch.”
If he was trying to shock me, he succeeded, because Rav Chaim wasn’t a shadchan.
Rafael told me he was living in Bnei Brak and had gone out three times with a girl named Chen. After things went well on the fourth date, he called his mother that night to tell her things were starting to look serious. His mother was excited, but then she said something that threw him for a loop.
“If you’re serious about this girl,” she said, “you need to go get a brachah from Rav Chaim.”
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