A DARK SHIDDUCH TALE
A pauper, so poor that he had no money for real clothes and walked around in rags, so poor that he never knew when the next morsel of food would come his way, kept asking his Rebbe for a bracha that he should be rich and the Rebbe consistently refused.
A nudnik is a nudnik.
He finally wore down his Rebbe.
Exasperated, in order to finally get some peace and quiet, late one night, half-asleep his Rebbe blurted out “You should be the richest in the land.”
It did not take long that he became the richest in the whole country – literally from rags to riches.
It did not take long for him to acclimate to his new high station in life – the ultimate fineshmecker.
He would not touch food not served on the most expensive china dishes or drink from anything that was not from the most expensive Austrian crystal goblets. Food had to be haute cuisine – the most gourmet.
He socialized only with the rich and famous.
His children grew up in opulence, in the lap of luxury.
At some point his only son reached the age of shidduchim.
Every girl the shadchan suggested, he would ask the references only one question: “Is her family in our league?”
Shidduchim did not go well for this boy – no family was good enough and no girl was ever good enough for his son who was tall, handsome, smart, a baal midos, loved to learn Torah and could afford to stay in learning.
When his son turned 23, a wagon ran him over and both legs had to be amputated.
With all the father’s money, no one would marry this boy, with the exception of a girl from a very very poor family. She could not afford a dress but walked around in rags.
With no alternative, he married his only son to this poor girl.
With his newfound arrogance he barged in to the Rebbe’s study at night and demanded to know why Hashem was so cruel to him – to take his only son and have both legs amputated.
The Rebbe unfazed by his arrogance and rage answered, “You are the one who is responsible for your son’s lost legs!”
“What? Me? What did I do to cause this terrible tragedy – to see my son a vegetable – no- worse than a vegetable, a vegetable feels no pain – my son is in constant pain!”
To deflect his anger and distract him so that he can begin to see reason, the Rebbe began:
“Sit down. Let me tell you a vort from the Maharal.
Sometimes Hashem will take someone who does not deserve it – an absolute rasha and will make him very rich for one reason only – because his daughter is destined to marry a Talmud chacham. Without wealth, no talmid chacham, and certainly no talmid chacham who is a son of a talmid chacham, would consider her. But now that she comes to the marriage with a dowry enough to enable him to learn his whole life, he is made to be blind to her father’s faults and marries her.”
“What does this have to do with me? Are you calling me a Rasha? Explain!” he cried.
“You do not know cheshbonos shamayim!”
“Don’t you see? When you were so poor you could not afford clothing but dressed in rags, this girl who is living the same way was the perfect shidduch for your son. In fact, she was his bashert.”
“But No. You had to be rich. You had to become the baal gaiva fineshmecker that no family was ever good enough and no girl was good enough!”
“Had a shadchan suggested his bashert, this poor girl in rags, you would have laughed in the shadchan’s face.”
“So Hashem had to “make an adjustment” so that your son could marry his bashert.”
“A person does not on his own find his bashert. When it says Hashem is busy since the six days of creation making shidduchim, it is not just determining who is for whom. No that was determined before creation. To make the shidduch, Hashem has to turn the world upside down so that he can find her, wherever she is – no ocean is wide enough to keep them apart.”
“Be comforted in knowing that your son found his lost other half. He may have lost his legs, but he is now whole.”
“This shidduch, as tragic as it turned out, is from shamayim. And they are married le’shem shamayim. I guarantee you that his children will be tzadikim and talmidei chachanim. They are destined to be gedolim.”
“So the question in shomayim will be: ‘Are you in their league?'”
This Shidduch story was told to me. I do not have any source. If you know the source I will relay it with corrections. For dramatic effect, I embellished it a little. Ok Alot!