On a beautiful late spring afternoon, two young Bochurim applied for the one remaining space in a Yeshiva. They were very much alike, both refined Yerei Shomayim, had been better than average students, and both would do anything for anyone. But there was a difference, despite all of their shared Ma’alos, one of those boys had a terrible temper. He…

“What is the difference between a ‘Rebbe’ and a ‘Tzadik’?” the guest asked those assembled at the Farbrengen in the Lubavitcher Shtibel in Samerkand. Well, to be honest it didn’t look like much of a Shtibel… it was more of a makeshift room under the removable floor boards… but when the Oilom would gather each Shabbos to Daven and Farbreng…

My grandmother, Rebbitzen Rivka Zajac (affectionately known by her students as “Morah Rivka”), was ten years old, when she and her family escaped communist Russia, on one of the famous “Polish trains”, emigrating to the United States of America. As a young girl growing up in 770, (young enough be on her father’s side of the Mechitza), she merited to…