“He said you will definitely have two children, maybe even three.”
After years of searing loneliness as older singles, they faced yet another painful challenge: infertility. The doctors were skeptical, painting a grim picture of long, expensive treatments with inconclusive results. Sadly, after hearing one dismal prognosis after another, the young / old couple began losing hope.
A dear friend encouraged them to try a different route and they came to Eretz Yisrael seeking a brachah from a tzaddik. His blessing, it seemed, would need twofold strength; to penetrate the Heavens and bring them a yeshuah and to reignite a spark of faith in their depleted, aching hearts.
They spoke no Hebrew or Yiddish and asked me to accompany them to the home of a saintly tzaddik I knew. Silence permeated the car as we made our way through Yerushalayim’s hallowed streets. As we climbed the stairs, I whispered a prayer that this fateful encounter be a positive, hopeful experience.
The tzaddik greeted us warmly and listened as I described their painful plight. He lowered his head, deep in thought, and I took a moment to glance at the husband and wife. I was sure I caught a small glimmer of hope in their eyes.
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