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Stories
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There was a man who fed his father fat, juicy chickens. One day, his father asked him, “My son, where do you get these?”
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Whenever a very difficult question arose, the “Holy Jew” would concentrate very deeply, often remaining steeped in his thoughts for half an hour or more, until the answer came to him . . .
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My father did reach out to me a number of times. I, however, could not bring myself to answer his messages. I was afraid that somehow he would rob me of the peace and happiness I had found, and reawaken old and painful memories...
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