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A visitor to Israel attended a recital and concert at the Moscovitz Auditorium and was quite impressed with the architecture and the acoustics.

He inquired of the tour guide, “Is this magnificent auditorium named after Chaim Moscovitz, the famous Talmudic scholar?”

“No,” replied the guide. “It is named after Moscovitz, the writer.”

“Never heard of him. What did he write?”

The guide looked at him and replied, “A check.”



Chaim had been a faithful Jew and was in the hospital, near death. The family called their rabbi to stand with them.

As the rabbi stood next to the bed, Chaim’s condition appeared to deteriorate, and he motioned frantically for something to write on.

The rabbi lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Chaim used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, and he died.

The rabbi thought it best to not look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.

At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, the rabbi realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Chaim died.

He said, “You know, Chaim handed me a note just before he died. I haven’t looked at it, but knowing Chaim, I’m sure there’s a word of inspiration there for us all.”

As the mourners listened, he opened the note, and read, “Hey! You’re standing on my oxygen tube!”

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לֵב שָׂמֵחַ יֵיטִב גֵּהָה וְרוּחַ נְכֵאָה תְּיַבֶּשׁ־גָּרֶם׃

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine;
but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

(Proverbs 17:22)


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