With trembling fingers the woman took her kvitel and crossed out her own name.
"Pray for my Shloimehleh, Rebbe," she said, her eyes brimming with tears, "that he should have a year of life, health and happiness."
Upon hearing these words, the Rebbe's eyes came alive with a fiery light.
Grasping the widow's two groschen in one fist, and her kvitel in the other, he raised them triumphantly to heaven and cried:
"Father in Heaven! Look! Look what a mortal mother is prepared to do for her child! And You---shall it be said, G-d forbid, that You are less a parent to Your children?! Can You look this woman in the eye and refuse to grant Your own children a year of life, health and happiness?!"
"Come," said Rabbi Levi Yitzchak to his gabbai and to the widow, "let us go to Kol Nidrei."
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