29Jun
A Story About a Salesman and Life’s Purpose-Jewish Stories
By Leibel Gniwisch The haze was thicker than usual—a mixture of cigarette and furnace smoke—but Rabbi Shmuel could see the man. It was Belarus in the 19th century and Jewish-run inns dotted the rural areas like poppy seeds on a bagel. Rabbi Shmuel didn’t frequent inns; he preferred the comfort of his straw...
