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Melbourne, Australia — I want to share a story with you that just happened.
On Shmini Atzeres after Mincha, I walked down to a small suburb called Elwood together with my good friend Eli G. Elwood was once a large Jewish epicenter. It has a beautiful Shul with over 1400 seats, but people have long moved out to other suburbs, and aside for Rosh Hashanah Yom Kippur, its usually pretty empty expect for a few old men and woman. That being said, we were eager to follow the Chabad custom to go on Tahalucha and bring some life and joy to the few remaining people there.
As Shabbos finished and Yom Tov came in, Eli was craving for a cigarette. Not that I condone smoking, but he asked me to help him look for an existing flame to light his cigarette off, and we looked all over, but couldn’t find one. We also looked for the non-Jewish caretaker to help us out, but we couldn’t find him either. By this point Eli was getting a bit desperate so he went out to the street to see if he could find a passer by to light his cigarette.