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The Yom Kippur Drunk

The Yom Kippur Drunk

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Those who arrived early at the village synagogue on Yom Kippur eve could not but notice the man sleeping in a corner. His soiled clothes, and the strong scent of alcohol that hovered about him, attested to the cause of his slumber at this early hour. A Jew drunk on the eve of the Holy Day? Several of the congregants even suggested that the man be expelled from the synagogue.

Soon the room filled to overflowing, mercifully concealing the sleeping drunk from all but those who stood in his immediate vicinity. As the sun made to dip below the horizon, a hush descended upon the crowd. The Rebbe entered the room and made his way to his place at the eastern wall. At a signal from the Rebbe, the ark was opened, and the gabbai began taking out the Torah scrolls in preparation for the Kol Nidrei service.

This was the moment that the drunk chose to rise from his slumber, climb the steps to the raised reading platform in the center of the room, pound on the reading table, and announce: "Ne'um attah horeita!" Apparently, the crowded room, Torah scrolls being carried out of the open ark, seen through a drunken haze, appeared to the man as the beginning of hakafot on Simchat Torah! The drunk was confusing the most solemn moment of the year with its most joyous and high-spirited occasion.

The scandalized crowd was about to eject the man from the room when the Rebbe turned from the wall and said: "Let him be. For him, it's already time for hakafot. He's there already."


On the following evening, as the Rebbe sat with his chassidim at the festive meal that follows the fast, he related to them the story of Reb Shmuel, the Kol Nidrei drunk.

On the morning of the eve of the Holy Day, Reb Shmuel had heard of a Jew who, together with his wife and six small children, had been imprisoned for failing to pay the rent on the establishment he held on lease from the local nobleman. Reb Shmuel went to the nobleman to plead for their release, but the nobleman was adamant in his refusal. "Until I see every penny that is owed to me," he swore, "the Jew and his family stay where they are. Now get out of here before I unleash my dogs on you."

"I cannot allow a Jewish family to languish in a dungeon on Yom Kippur," resolved Reb Shmuel and set out to raise the required sum, determined to achieve their release before sunset.

All day, he went from door to door. People gave generously to a fellow Jew in need, but by late afternoon Reb Shmuel was still 300 rubles short of the required sum. Where would he find such a large sum of money at this late hour? Then he passed a tavern and saw a group of well-dressed young men sitting and drinking. A card-game was underway, and a sizable pile of banknotes and gold and silver coins had already accumulated on the table.

At first he hesitated to approach them at all: what could one expect from Jews who spend the eve of the Holy Day drinking and gambling in a tavern? But realizing that they were his only hope, he approached their table and told them of the plight of the imprisoned family.

They were about to send him off empty-handed, when one of them had a jolly idea: wouldn't it be great fun to get a pious Jew drunk on Yom Kippur? Signaling to a waiter, the man ordered a large glass of vodka. "Drink this down in one gulp," he said to the Reb Shmuel, "and I'll give you 100 rubles."

Reb Shmuel looked from the glass that had been set before him to the sheaf of banknotes that the man held under his nose. Other than a sip of l'chayim on Shabbat and at weddings, Reb Shmuel drank only twice a year -- on Purim and Simchat Torah, when every chassid fuels the holy joy of these days with generous helpings of inebriating drink so that the body should rejoice along with the soul. And the amount of vodka in this glass -- actually, it more resembled a pitcher than a glass -- was more than he would consume on both those occasions combined. Reb Shmuel lifted the glass and drank down its contents.

"Bravo!" cried the man, and handed him the 100 rubles. "But this is not enough," said Reb Shmuel, his head already reeling from the strong drink. "I need another 200 rubles to get the poor family out of prison!"

"A deal's a deal!" cried the merrymakers. "One hundred rubles per glass! Waiter! Please refill this glass for our drinking buddy!"

Two liters and two hundred rubles later, Reb Shmuel staggered out of the tavern. His alcohol-fogged mind was oblivious to all -- the stares of his fellow villagers rushing about in their final preparations for the Holy Day, the ferocious barking of the nobleman's dogs, the joyous tears and profusions of gratitude of the ransomed family -- except to the task of handing over the money to the nobleman and finding his way to the synagogue. For he knew that if he first went home for something to eat before the fast, he would never make it to shul for Kol Nidrei.

"On Rosh HaShanah," the Rebbe concluded his story, "we submitted to the sovereignty of Heaven and proclaimed G‑d king of the universe. Today, we fasted, prayed and repented, laboring to translate our commitment to G‑d into a refined past and an improved future. Now we are heading towards Sukkot, in which we actualize and rejoice over the attainments of the 'Days of Awe' through the special mitzvot of the festival -- a joy that reaches its climax in the hakafot of Simchat Torah. But Reb Shmuel is already there. When he announced the beginning of hakafot at Kol Nidrei last night, this was no 'mistake.' For us, Yom Kippur was just beginning; for him, it was already Simchat Torah...."

Yanki Tauber served as editor of Chabad.org
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Anonymous Oneonta, NY October 2, 2017

Great story! I think it should only be revised in terms of the volumes of alcohol consumed- only because the amount described would surely kill an ordinary drunk, let alone a pious man. But the point is well taken. May we always set aside our judgements and make room for the possibility of our fellow person's best motives. Reply

Which era? September 27, 2017

Which Rebbe was this with? Was the chossid shmuel munkas or someone else? Reply

Anonymous September 27, 2017

That is confusing from the side of the drunk man, I mean, when oportunities get to you but through things you shouldnt be doing! He risked to had been expeled from Synagogue forever, I understand that in desperate cases is ok to do dangerous things I guess(?) Reply

Anonymous September 20, 2012

As with many things in life, we are too quick to judge. Every creature of G_d has an unseen side known only to himself and our Creator. Reply

CHANA TROY, New York September 19, 2012

STORY I really love this story. It shows how each Rabbi really cared for their chassidim. Reply

Anonymous atlanta October 5, 2011

The Rebbe The Rebbe in this story was the "Miteler Rebbe," the second Rebbe of Lubavitch, Rabbi Dovber, the eldest son of the founding Rebbe of Lubavitch. Is was this Rebbe who moved the Chabad movement to the town of Lubavitch. Reply

Anonymous brooklyn September 23, 2009

Dates & Names Does any one know when this story took place or who the Rebbe in this story is Reply

Naren Bangalore, India October 9, 2008

Nice story Nice story! It truly teaches one not to pre-judge people; to follow the rules in spirit than letter. Great work! Reply

a. lavner thornhill, on February 22, 2008

video i made a video on this story. Reply

Anonymous August 5, 2004

What a wonderful story! Sometimes I read something and afterwards find myself wishing that I could have nothing other posted than the smile that I'm probably smiling.

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