Emuna Daily

While waiting in a dentist’s office in Jerusalem, Rabbi Noson Tzvi Finkel heard the groans of a patient who was having a tooth extracted.  Rabbi Finkel expressed his feelings of sorrow for that person and immediately stood up and prayed for his welfare. ~ Hameoros Hagdolim

When the mouth is sanctified, any blessing that it issues is fulfilled. R’ Dovid Dov Tierhaus zt”l told the story of his neighbor, a man by the name of Breslauer. In his youth, he worked in the kitchen for Rebbetzin Kluger, a”h. She was the wife of the great Gaon, R’ Shlomo Kluger zt”l, the Rav of Brodt for over fifty years. One Erev Shabbos, there was no fish available in the entire town.
Knowing that the Rav was particular about eating fish every Shabbos, he went through great trouble, visiting nearby villages, until he was able to procure fish. On Friday night, when the fish was brought to the table, Rav Kluger was told of the young man’s valiant efforts. The Rav blessed him: “you should live 100 years.” A little while later, R’ Meir’l Premishlan visited the city of Brodt. Young Breslauer longed to get a glimpse of the tzaddik’s face. Due to his poverty, he walked to the home in which the Rebbe was staying and waited for two days until he had an opportunity to go in. As he opened the door to enter – and before he said a word, R’ Meir’l said, “Tell me, did the Rav of Brodt promise you 100 years? Meir’l concurs.” The young man fainted from excitement. Many years later, when he was a very old man, testified R’ Tierhaus, he still walked on his own, healthy and completely lucid. At the age of 96, he was hit by a speeding car … somehow, he fell between its wheels and oddly enough – nothing happened to him! At the age of 98, he fell seriously ill. Two expert doctors warned his wife that they should prepare for the end – he had two weeks left to live, at most.
Overhearing this, Mr. Breslauer responded loudly, “even for a hefty sum of money, I will not forego the two years that I have left.” Indeed, he recovered fully. R’ Tierhaus concluded, “I’ll never forget that wintery Motzei Shabbos that Mrs. Breslauer came into our house crying, ‘I am terrified because tonight is my husband’s one hundredth birthday.’ And indeed, he passed that same night.” Such is the power of a holy mouth.