Here’s My Story: A Daughter’s Plea

Rabbi and Mrs. Shimon and Goldie Feld live in Teaneck, New Jersey. They were interviewed at the My Encounter studio in Brooklyn in March of 2016.

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Mrs. Goldie Feld

Both my parents were Holocaust survivors from Poland, and they raised a religious family rooted in Chasidic teachings. I attended a Lubavitch school for girls in Boston, where my future husband —also a child of Holocaust survivors — was enrolled in a Lubavitch yeshivah.

We began dating as students at Yeshiva University and got engaged. At that time — this was in 1974 — my father was sick with stomach cancer, and the doctors were not giving him much longer to live. Coming from a Chasidic background as he did, my father urged us to go see the Lubavitcher Rebbe to get a blessing for our marriage and, while there, to bring up his condition. We were to specifically tell the Rebbe — and my father was very adamant about it — that doctors were recommending we cancel the wedding and only hold a brief ceremony in the hospital as there was no time for more. Naturally, neither he nor any of us wanted to hear that, but my father believed strongly that a blessing from the Rebbe would help him. So we went to see the Rebbe.

In advance of our audience, I submitted a letter listing all the Hebrew names of those we wanted him to include in his blessing starting, of course, with my father. The Rebbe read my letter and responded, “Everyone mentioned in your note should be blessed.”

But that was not good enough for me. And now that I was face-to-face with the Rebbe, I decided to press on. I was mindful of my father’s specific instructions to make sure the Rebbe blessed him. So I said, “I particularly want to ask the Rebbe to bless my father, by name, for a full recovery.”

In response, the Rebbe simply repeated the same blessing, “Everyone mentioned in your note should be  blessed.”

Hearing that, I started to feel desperate. I don’t know how I got up the courage to speak so forcefully to the Rebbe, but all I was thinking about was my father. “I’m not budging from this spot,” I declared, “until the Rebbe specifically blesses my father, by name, for a full recovery.”

At that point, my future husband tried to intervene, but before he could, the Rebbe looked up at me with his kind and piercing blue eyes and said in Yiddish, “Not only will your father live for the wedding, he’ll participate in the joy and dance at the wedding, and he’ll live to see even more nachas.” (It didn’t escape my notice that the Yiddish word nachas, which means “gratification” is often used to refer to grandchildren.)

I left the Rebbe’s office feeling very relieved. All-in-all, it was a beautiful and cathartic experience. I had gone in thinking that this was going to be my last ditch effort to save my father and, walking out, somehow I knew that it worked.

Indeed, my father lived to see us married. Although he was very weak and very sick, he martialed enough strength to come to the wedding. And he lived long enough to see our first child born. He passed away a number of months later, two weeks before the birth of our second child.

Altogether, he lived a year-and-a-half longer than the most optimistic prediction of any of his doctors. So it was extraordinary that he got that extra time. And I have no doubt that the Rebbe’s blessing played a part in making that possible.

Rabbi Shimon Feld

Because I had attended the Chabad yeshivah in Brooklyn, I got to meet with the Rebbe every year for my birthday. These were very brief meetings, with the Rebbe typically blessing me to succeed in my religious studies as well as my secular studies. But each encounter was special. Each time, the Rebbe made me feel as if I was the only person in the world who mattered. There was nothing like that feeling.

My wife has told the story of our audience with the Rebbe when she requested the blessing for her father’s recovery from cancer. The exchange between them — as I remember it — was like a tennis match. I turned as white as a sheet, because I was astonished that she was speaking to the Rebbe in such a forceful manner. I just couldn’t believe what I was watching — it was surreal.

Indeed, I was so shocked that I was at a loss for words. But she held her ground and received the blessing she sought. As a result, her father lived for quite a while longer than the doctors predicted. He was being treated in Boston by the greatest physicians on the planet, and they all said he had three months to live at most. There was absolutely no way he would live long enough to see us married.

But the Rebbe said — and I remember his words exactly — “Nit nor vet eier tateh leben tzu di chasuna. Er vet mesameiach zein, un er vet tantzsen ba der chasuna un er vet leben tzu zehn nachas — Not only will your father live for the wedding, he’ll participate with joy and dance at the wedding, and he’ll live to see even more nachas.”

It was a three-pronged blessing, and all three things came true.

4 Comments

  • 1. Yankel Todres wrote:

    To Mrs. Goldie Feld:

    The best most experienced doctors available shared their experience with you. They let you know that he doesn’t have more than three months left. The even were kind enough to inform you in time to have a wedding ceremony performed in his hospital room, so that he could hang on long enough to witness it.

    Then he manages to take part in the wedding, in the place and time that it was originally scheduled for. Then he lives long enough to see grandchildren.

    All you can say is that the Holy Rebbes Bracha MAY have had something to do with it? Unless we are to believe that all of these highly skilled and experienced doctors are fools, and don’t have any idea what they’re doing, this is a miracle! The Rebbe ordered up a new life for him, that didn’t correspond to the natural laws, or medical science!

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  • 2. Yankel Todres wrote:

    to edit my previous comment, not “MAY have” but “PLAYED A PART” in it.

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  • 3. Yankel Todres wrote:

    To Mrs. Goldie Feld:

    The best most experienced doctors available shared the benefit of their experience with you. They let you know that he doesn’t have more than three months left. The even were kind enough to inform you in time to have a wedding ceremony performed in his hospital room, so that he could hang on long enough to witness it.

    Then he manages to take part in the wedding, in the place and time that it was originally scheduled for. Then he lives long enough to see grandchildren.

    All you can say is that the Holy Rebbes Bracha “played a part” in it? Are to believe that all of these highly skilled and experienced doctors are fools, and don’t have any idea what they’re doing? This is obviously a miracle! Regardless of what the doctors thought they “knew” for a medical certainty, the Rebbe just ordered up something entirely different. The Rebbe ordered up a new life for him, that didn’t correspond to the natural laws, or medical science! To look at this otherwise, is just to be blind to G-d’s miracles!

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  • 4. Beautiful , inspiring wrote:

    Beautiful , Zayer Shayn , Thanks for sharing a very very heartwarming story. :) :) :)

    Zol zen zich mitn Rebbn …….

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