This story was called in by my very, very choshuva talmid, R’ Simcha Elefant. He was going to spend Pesach at his parents’ house in Scranton and he arrived a few days before Yom Tov. Since he needed his suit to be tailored, he asked his parents, “Do you think the tailor will be able

This story was called in by a Mrs. Raziel. She said that she has a three-year-old son and a five month- old baby girl, and the three-year-old was very, very jealous of the baby. He bothered the baby, hurt her, and did not let the baby breathe. That’s a mother’s worst nightmare to see her

This story was called in by a very, very choshuva yungerman by the name of Rabbi Deutch, who had a doctor’s appointment for one of his sons that Thursday. The day before the appointment, the doctor’s office called to say that for this appointment, the doctor really needed the hospital records of a medical procedure

This story was called in all the way from Beit Shemesh by Mrs. Wiener. She put up a load of laundry, and she only realized after the clothes went through the wash and dryer that her son’s very, very expensive MP3 player was in his pants pocket. Uh-oh. What does that mean? It’s going to

This story has been called in all the way from Eretz Yisrael by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Yaakov Eisner. He said he needed to pick up a package from the post office, but there wasn’t any post office right near where he lived, so he would have to travel very far

This story’s been called in all the way from Manchester, England by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Avishai Berkowitz. He said over that one of his children wanted a specific type of game, but it was out of stock. It was nowhere to be found. But his son really wanted it. So

This story’s been called in all the way from Golders Green by Mrs. Shiner. She went somewhere with her family, and it was already late at night. They were in the middle of no man’s land. When they went to the bus stop, they realized they already missed the last bus home, and there were

This story was called in all the way from Eretz Yisrael by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Shmuel Schoenberg. On Erev Pesach, he went to shop for all his Yom Tov needs. And as he was wheeling his carts to the cash register, he started thinking, “Uh-oh, how am I going to

This story was called in all the way from Montreal by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Yakov Salomon. He wanted to apply for a special permit that allows you to park wherever you like all around town. And he went to one of the government offices to ask them if they could

This story was called in by a very chashuva youngerman by the name of Yitzchak Ahron Sternfeld. He said he had to get through to somebody right away; it was very, very important. He needed to ask him for a favor. He was asking around how to reach this person. Everyone told him, “It’s impossible

This story has been called in by a very chashuve yungerman by the name of Chezky Hauer. He needed to go to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) to get a new title and registration. He made sure to get all the paperwork that he thought would be necessary. He arrived bright and early for

This story was called in by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Nissan Shwekey. He said that he has a button in his car that when you press it, it displays and shows how many more miles you have to drive until you have to fill up with gas. The problem was that