In a town lived a very rich miser. Every time the local rabbi came to his
door to collect funds for the poor, the
miser would invite the rabbi in, offer the rabbi a glass of tea and talk about his
business. When the rabbi started talking about the plight of the poor people in
winter, the miser would brush him off and tell him that poor people like to
complain--it wasn't all as bad as the rabbi thought. In any case, he had no cash in the house
at the moment, and couldn't give anything right now. Could the rabbi come back another time? The miser
would then escort the rabbi to the door, go back to his warm and comfortable room and settle down in his favorite chair near the fireplace, very pleased with
himself.
But the rabbi was not pleased. The poor had no money for food or for wood for their stoves
and they were cold and hungry.
One evening, the rabbi knocked on the rich miser's door. It was a cold and miserable night, snow and sleet blew through
the deserted streets. The miser asked the rabbi in, as usual. But the rabbi
refused. "'No," he said, "I won't be long." And then he inquired after the miser's health,
and after the health of his family, and asked him about his business, and spoke about affairs
of the community for a long time. The miser could not send the rabbi away, of
course; he had opened the door for him himself. But he was getting quite
uncomfortable. He had come to the door in his slippers and skullcap, dressed in a thin shirt and his house pants. The
rabbi, wearing a warm coat with a fur lining, his biggest shtraymel covering his
ears and heavy winter boots encasing his feet and legs, talked on and on. No, he didn't want to come in.
No, really, he was on his way. The miser's toes became ice and stone.
Suddenly the miser understood. "Oh, Rabbi!" he cried. "Those
poor people with no warm clothes or firewood for winter... I never knew. I never imagined
it could be like this. This is miserable. It is horrible. I never knew, honestly!
Something must be done!" He went into the
house and returned with a purse full of gold coins. He wanted to go back to his
fireplace as soon as he could. He needed hot tea. The rabbi thanked him and
took the money. He, too, was cold after that long talk, but he didn't mind. The
poor people would have a good winter this year.
The miser changed his ways that night. He became a regular contributor to the
rabbi's funds for the poor, for poor brides, for poor students, for Passover
money and for many other causes. He had learned a good lesson that night.
