R. Avraham Yehoshua Heshel of Apt

After many long minutes, the Rebbe finally lifted his head from his arms and said solemnly: "You can go home. Your wife just gave birth to a baby boy..."

“My pockets are practically empty,” the man said. “I only have one coin left.”

“Why are you worrying?” chuckled the rabbi. “Heaven directs everything, and there isn’t a person alive who knows what needs to happen or when.”

Moshe was known to frequent the local watering holes, whiling away entire nights in a drunken stupor.

The man blinked tears from his eyes. "I lease an inn from a local duke, and the business… it’s bad."