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The Kind Noble and the Charlatans

The Kind Noble and the Charlatans


A pauper was walking along the road, dejected and sad. It had been years since his wife had smiled. G‑d had blessed them with a houseful of girls, beautiful, wise and resourceful—each one a gem. From the moment his eldest had come of age, matchmakers began knocking on their door with suggestions of fine young men, Torah scholars.

But alas, when they heard that there was no money for a dowry, they turned away. “Your daughters are wonderful,” they would say, “but how can we expect a young man to join a family that cannot even contribute a few coins toward the wedding celebration and settling the young couple in a new home?”

As a last resort, he set out to beg, hopeful that his fellow Jews—“merciful ones, the children of merciful ones”—would have pity on his family and help him in his time of need.

But he was mistaken. It wasn’t that they were stingy or uncaring. It was just that they too were poverty-stricken and had barely enough to support their own families. And those who had more were overextended, fielding requests from far and near for assistance.

Now, on his way home, his mind was on his empty pocket and his wife’s impending disappointment. Barely noticing his surroundings, he leaned against a large tree, massaging his back against its ample trunk.

“Hey, you!” he heard. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know that you’re trespassing?”

Looking up, he suddenly realized that he had apparently wandered onto the grounds of a grand manor, and that he was face to face with the poritz, the feudal lord who had almost unlimited power in his realm.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Your Lordship,” he was quick to say. “I was simply wandering around, feeling so alone and dejected about my sorry state of affairs, and I stopped to comfort my aching back against your tree. Please forgive me for taking that simple pleasure, and I will be on my way.”

“Wait a moment,” said the poritz, not unkindly. “You look like a man who has suffered in life. Please tell me more. Perhaps I can help you . . .”

“Oh, Your Lordship is too kind,” said the down-and-out man. “I was feeling so alone. I am a father of daughters, and I desperately seek means with which to help them get married, but why should you care about a poor old Jew and his problems?”

“Dear man,” said the poritz, “please take this purse of coins, and marry your daughters in gladness. I am an old man and have all the money I can ever need—it’s the joy of giving that I could use in life. Now go in peace.”

Still doubting whether it had all been a dream, the poor man stumbled home. It was not long before word of the miraculous chain of events spread through the village.

“What good fortune,” said one man to another. “Here’s our chance to get rich. Let’s go to that same estate and try our luck.”

Making their way to the rambling grounds, they promptly located a well-suited tree and began to rub with vigor.

Sure enough, the master of the realm soon came to question them.

“Oh, Sire,” they said, “Please have pity! We were feeling so sad, so alone and so hopeless that we decided to lean against your tree for a while, taking advantage of the opportunity to massage our backs.”

“You’re charlatans, both of you,” thundered the lord, who had once been a general and still knew how to bark an order. “Leave at once!”

As they humbly left the garden, one of them summoned up the temerity to question the poritz. “How is it,” he queried, “that when our friend was here, you greeted him so kindly, but when we came and told you a similar story, you called our bluff?”

“It’s very simple. When a man is truly alone and he needs to scratch his back, he has no choice but to lean against a tree trunk. But there are two of you. You could have rubbed each other’s backs. That told me that you weren’t really as needy as you made yourselves out to be.”

When relating this parable, chassidim would conclude: As long as one has a friend, no situation is ever hopeless.

Rabbi Menachem Posner serves as staff editor for
Sefira Ross is a freelance designer and illustrator whose original creations grace many pages. Residing in Seattle, Washington, her days are spent between multitasking illustrations and being a mom.
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Anymouse Boca Raton February 28, 2017

The beauty of multiple chances Why would we deny a Jew something he needs if we can provide it? It might not be something tangible. It could be a first, second, third or fourth chance at having or doing or trying something they want to accomplish but need practice learning. And don't we want G_d to give us multiple chances if we do not get things perfectly right In our initial attempts? I remember when I wanted to stop smoking cigarettes. I hated being addicted and desperately desired to stop. And even so, I still needed G-d's help and six or seven serious attempts to finally kick that habit. Reply

Anonymous February 27, 2017

Could a lesson for this story be there's always a 2nd chance? Reply

M. Diane Flushing, NY June 16, 2016

How two "poors" might help each other out of poverty Feigele,
I might help if they decide to work together. There is power in a duo that does not exist in a unit comprised of one. They can brainstorm together, criticize the ideas and divide up tasks. They can keep each other's spirits up. I think something magical can happen when two people come together (and do not harp on their negatives). They might spark some untapped talent in the other and create something neither would have done alone. To one who has been struggling along alone for a long time it might be a great blessing to have another creative, eager to work and talented, faithful "poor" who might, with G-d's help, lead to something "rich." I think it is not good for a human to struggle (or even work and earn successfully -- although in that case there will be plenty of people wanting to be around) too long on one's own. That is my simple opinion from my personal experience. Reply

shlmel WPB, FL USA June 16, 2016

The kind Noble and the Charlatans The most valuable friendship and friend a Jewish man can have is a Wife. Reply

Feigele June 16, 2016

Twice as much unhappy! Two poor(s) do not make a rich! If they are both starving, how is that going to help! Reply

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