Mrs. Paula Burg initially came into contact with Chabad in the 1970s. She made Aliyah in 2005 and now lives with her family in Beit Shemesh, Israel, where she was interviewed in March of 2016 to JEM’s Here’s My Story
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I grew up in Irvington, New Jersey, in a traditional Jewish family that was not fully Torah observant. But, in 1973, when I was 12, thanks to my cousin Avraham who had become religious, I began to explore Judaism in depth. It began when he dared me to keep just one Shabbat. I rose to the challenge and thus began my journey to a Torah life.
Because of my cousin, I was invited to Shabbat lunch with the family of Rabbi Sholom Ber Gordon, the Chabad rabbi in Maplewood, who showed me what it was all about. I remember sitting at their table for the first time – never having seen a table set like that with a white tablecloth and beautiful china – and I remember the blessings, the songs, the words of Torah. I told myself then that I wanted to have a table of my own just like this someday.
After that, his wife Mrs. Miriam Gordon took me under her wing, teaching me basic laws and prayers, and sometimes arranging for me to spend Shabbat with her sister, Mrs. Esther Goldman, in Crown Heights.
Crown Heights was a different planet altogether – the Chabad people there dressed much more modestly, and I purchased a set of special clothes which I would take along to wear there.
One Shabbat – it was Shabbos Mevarchim when blessings on the upcoming new month are recited – Mrs. Goldman urged me to go to Chabad Headquarters and see what a farbrengen with the Rebbe looked like. I went with my best friend Cheryl, and it was an amazing experience.
The place was very crowded, but the women saw that we were from out of town, so they pushed us up front where we could see and hear the Rebbe. Although we didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, it was still very impressive, especially the heartfelt singing between the Rebbe’s talks.
This event went on for a long time so, after a couple of hours, we decided to take a walk. I remember that it was a beautiful spring day. Out on Eastern Parkway, some people who were not Jewish were taking pictures of a bride, and we watched them for a while, enjoying ourselves.
As we were returning – I remember we were talking and laughing – we suddenly saw a sea of black in front of us. A large group of chasidim was coming towards us, singing as they marched. Apparently, they were escorting the Rebbe home after the farbrengen.
In our young minds, we were in big trouble! We knew this was not where we should be, and we were about to be caught. So, we ducked into a little alley between houses, hoping they hadn’t spotted us.
But they had. Or at least the Rebbe had.
When he came to where we had hidden ourselves, holding each other’s hands and giggling, he stopped. And when he stopped, the entire entourage stopped also. Suddenly all was quiet, and I remember thinking, “Oh no, this is not good.”
The Rebbe continued walking over to where we were standing, and he just looked at us. I remember his piercing eyes as if it was yesterday. And then he gave us a little bow and, with a smile, he said, “Gut Shabbos.” After a few seconds, he resumed walking, with his entourage following as if nothing had happened.
We were stunned. We didn’t know what to do, so we went back to Mrs. Goldman’s house, where the family had already heard all about it. And everyone wanted to know what the Rebbe said to us. What could we say? The Rebbe said, “Gut Shabbos.” Nothing more.
But really, it was a lot more. Through that simple gesture he conveyed to us the importance of greeting people who may be a little nervous or who feel out of place – a kind word and a smile, such small things, can make such a big difference. That is what that moment taught Cheryl and me. Although it was many years ago, and today we are grandmothers, that very special Shabbat moment continues to influence us.
MY SON’S DIAGNOSIS
The other story about the Rebbe that I would like to relate happened many years later, when I was married with children. My son, Avraham Yehudah, who was in second grade at the time, was sick a lot and missing many school days. He would have coughing fits that did not respond to medication, and the doctors couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong with him. And he was getting worse.
We didn’t know what to do, and my cousin Avraham – the same cousin who played such a big role in my becoming religious – asked my husband and I if we wanted him to go to the Rebbe for a blessing. At first, we demurred. Although we kept Shabbat and were Torah-observant Jews, asking for blessings from Rebbes was not really “our thing.”
But then my son’s condition worsened – his lung collapsed. I recall that it was on the night following Shabbat in February of 1991 that I asked my cousin to please go to the Rebbe the next day and ask him for a blessing for my son.
Of course, Avraham went. It was a Sunday when the Rebbe was handing out dollars for charity, and he waited in line for a long time to ask for a blessing. When he did, giving our names and our son’s name, the Rebbe said, “Their mezuzahs are good. But they should check the boy’s father’s tefillin. And they should change doctors.”
When we heard this, we didn’t question how the Rebbe could possibly know. But we did what he said.
My husband immediately took his tefillin to be checked, which turned out not to be kosher. He got another pair right away, of course. Before that day he had not been consistent in putting them on every morning, but now he committed to doing so, and he has done it ever since.
The next day we took our son to a different doctor, who said immediately that his condition had been misdiagnosed. He ordered a new course of treatment, and my son started getting better. I took a long time but he recovered, and today he is married, the father of three sons, and living in Eretz Yisrael.
He was a little boy when the Rebbe’s advice changed the course of his health, and of course, he has never forgotten it. This experience has had a very big influence on his life. And to this day, he takes his sons to the Convention Center in Jerusalem when Chabad celebrates Yud Tes Kislev, what is known as “the New Year of Chasidism.” They sing the Rebbe’s melodies there, and the kids come home singing them.
So, from one generation to the next, although we are not strictly a Chabad family, the Rebbe’s influence continues in our lives.
But the Rebbe found us
A novel can be created-seriously! Of gorgeous stories of people’s experiences with our Rebbe!
It is so special that each week we can read another inspiring story of the Rebbe. The stories abound yet the people at jem work tirelessly to record them and present them in a well written and tasteful way. I am sure thry work many hours on stories like these as well as the living torah and the video clip each day. Yasher koach for keeping our hiskashrus going.
What a beatiful story and timeless lesson the Rebbe taught us in one small gesture.
I’m extremely thankful to the staff of jem for presenting us each week with such beautiful and inspirational stories of our Rebbe. Read it every week. Keep up the great work.
In the story how when she went women dressed more modestly. That’s what Chabad was before we started tolerating anything else.When we will keep this we will merit that we will see all the Rabbeim.
our thanks to the rebbe knows no bounds,l too was mis diagnose, with the rebbe help b’h started healing, so today a lot better, along with my nutrition and dr chao which the rebbe gives a bracha for, although he’s not jewish, he’ k’ah a beautiful soul, this is his web site naturomedical.com he takes insurance b’h and yes he treats drug addits too, what a man, all the best
What an incredible inspirational woman to share such depth of personal experience. I am moved beyond words. Thank You
I have to admit, after having a baby, my inspiration and yiddishkeit has really gone down hill. I haven’t davened for a long time, let alone learnt or cared. This story, for some reason, really hit me and shed a tear to my eye. I am bringing my chitas with me in my suitcase for shabbos now.
Miriam Gordon had a sister in law Esther Goldman and she also had a sister Esther Goldman. I assume the story is about her sister, as mentioned.
Incorrect, shes her sister, their both daughters of Rabbi Elye Simpson AH
MRS Goldman was Miriam Gordon’s sister in law, not sister.
Beautiful story, Jem should find that clip from dollars, for the complete record.
Ty Yechiel & Jem!
B”H
Thank you JEM for the encounters we have read in Here’s My Story and watched on the JEM videos, as well as the farbrengens on the videos. It is truly keeping us connected more to the Rebbe and a great way of spreading the wellsprings of Chassidus. Will there be a screen in the Bais Hamikdosh to watch them? I wonder. I hope we will have Moshiach now – the Rebbe’s life goal.
thanks for sharing them, Schoyach!