I read a great story the other day.
It’s about a boy the son of a great rebbe. Forgive me for not having all the names I didn’t write down the source because at the time I thought That’s it? That’s the whole story? But as time goes on the story takes on a whole new meaning.
One morning the rebbe wakes up his son for work. They get up and go on their wagon to where they work in some sort of field.
That day the father — the great rebbe — says to his son “One thing son; today is a fast day and we cannot eat.”
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