“It’s hard for me to talk, it’s hard for me to eat.” Reb Avraham groaned, his words coming out with great difficulty, almost choking. “What am I going to do at home more than in the Beis Medrash? At least here I’m sitting and learning.” He sits by his Gemara, his lungs completely shot, really blocked up, listening to his chavrusa and every so often throwing in a vort, but barely, with real effort. The Malach Hamaves is hovering over him, counting down the minutes. And then, in the afternoon, he goes out with superhuman kochos to do school bus rides, to bring home some parnassah for medicine and food for a family of 15 kids, kein ayin hara. How does a family of 17  live in such poverty, it’s just not normal, and yet with such shalom bayis and simple emunah? How do you raise 15 kinderlach without a dollar to their name – but with nachas and simcha, until the Tatty’s sickness came and turned everything upside down? Donate Now To Save These Orphans *Dealing with Emunah* “Before every birth, we’d think about where we’d put another child to sleep, and Baruch Hashem it always worked out,” says the mother simply. The 15th baby is in her arms,  “He who gives the children, also gives the parnassah for them… Now, with Tatty being sick – it’s really a bit tough… But if Hakadosh Baruch Hu brought this – He already took care of everything, even the crowding in the apartment. I’m sure it’ll be okay and he’ll be back to himself soon.” The gabbai tzedakah was left speechless. He just asked how he could help and was curious how they manage with 15 kids in a two-room apartment, and he was just amazed by the quiet in the house. Where does this bitachon come from? Nobody really knows them. A modest and quiet family, the Tatty is a ben Torah who sits and learns, does bus rides in the morning and afternoon for parnassah, the mother takes care of the house, and together they raise 15 good kids, really yerei Shamayim. They never asked for help. Not from the neighborhood tzedakah fund, not from any organization or distribution. A happy and simple family, kids happy with their lot, don’t think they’re owed anything, always with hakaras hatov. On the contrary – whenever they could, they were on the giving side. The Tatty with the big van would schlep furniture for shuls that were being built in the neighborhood, give rides to people who needed help, do chessed quietly and with tzniut. Hardly any of the neighbors knew them. How can a Tatty of 15 kids be sick? How will such a house, a house of Torah, deal with chemo and surgeries, hospitalizations and fears, and with no money? The Tatty goes to the oncologist and comes back, the tzadekes mother keeps running the house, and the kids are calm and taken care of as usual. Until the day he was niftar, they went to Talmud Torah every morning, with everything they needed, clean and pressed clothes! Donate Now To Save These Orphans *Accepting the Gezeirah* The Tatty finishes a round of treatments and says goodbye to the oncologist, goes back to a small and cramped apartment, 60 meters, […]