He skipped the same brachah every morning.
Day after day, the chassidim watched in disbelief.
Had the Rebbe forgotten—or was something far deeper happening?
His answer reveals a fiery love for being a Yid that couldn't wait until he reached shul.
He skipped the same brachah every morning. Day after day, the chassidim watched in disbelief. Had the Rebbe forgotten—or was something far deeper happening? His answer reveals a fiery love for being a Yid that couldn't wait until he reached shul.
A potato.
An egg.
Coffee.
Three pots of boiling water.
It seemed like a strange response to a young man's desperate plea—until the lesson became impossible to forget.