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DECEMBER 1998 EDITION
by Rabbi Paysach Krohn
Reprinted with permission from "The Maggid Speaks,"
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He told his family of his decision and began making preparations for the trip. After weeks of excitement and planning, the day of departure arrived. He said his farewells to friends and family, assuring them that he would return in a few years. His ship sailed off beyond the horizon for his long journey across the seas.
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He disembarked and as he walked the streets he observed that the rumor was true, there were diamond chips everywhere he went and people were actually casually stepping all over them. Not able to contain his exuberance he dropped his packages, bent down and began gathering diamonds; big ones, little ones, perfect ones, imperfect ones, he took anything he could get his hands on and stuffed it in his pockets. As he was picking up the stones, he noticed that the people standing near him were laughing. He couldn't understand it. "What's your rush?" one person asked Reb Nachman. "You're going to be here a whole year!" "Yes," added another man, "look at everyone else, they came here for the same reason you did, but here we take our time." "Well," thought Reb Nachman, "maybe they're right. I'm going to be here for a while and there seems to be an endless amount of diamonds here, so there's enough for everyone." The following day, as he familiarized himself with the island, he again began to pick up diamonds. But he noticed that no one else was doing it, and he began to feel foolish. Didn't diamonds mean anything here? How could everyone just ignore them? As he asked questions, he came to realize that, truly, diamonds had no value on this island. The commodity that the islanders regarded most highly was fats (oil or shortenings) used in baking and frying. They were of basic importance and extremely hard to obtain. Anyone who could make fats, produce it, store it or sell it could become wealthy. The people on the island were so far from civilization that they had no cooking oil -something that was so easily obtained everywhere else.
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As the weeks rolled by, he became so completely immersed in his attempts to develop fats that he completely forgot why he had come to the island in the first place. Every day he would pass the diamonds in the streets and ignore them, just as everyone else did. If he happened to see an exceptionally shiny one he'd examine it and slip it into his pocket. It brought him back to his senses for a moment, but then he would say to himself, "There is always tomorrow. Meanwhile I have to build up my supply of fats." The weeks turned to months and eventually news came to the island that in two weeks the boat was coming to pick up all the "foreigners" who did not belong there. Reb Nachman was too caught up in his pursuit of fats to pay much attention to what he heard, but a few days later when the boat arrived, it suddenly occurred to him that he had better pack his fats and get ready to carry them back home. He was proud of himself, for he had a successful year. The people on the island had given him much honor and now his wife and family back home would surely be proud of him. But as he was carting all the fats to the boat, it suddenly occurred to him that the accumulation of fats had not been the reason for this trip. He had come for diamonds, not fats! Now it was too late, but he rationalized that the wealth of the fats would surely help him anyway. He picked up a few diamonds on the way to the boat, and then, after an enthusiastic send-off, began the long journey back home.
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As he watched the last box go overboard, he realized that he had been a failure. He had wasted his precious time on the pursuit of worthless goods.
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His wife and children greeted him excitedly but he could not share their happiness. All he wanted was to be left alone. Friends and relatives gathered at his home to hear all about his experiences but he went to his room, downcast and deeply humiliated. In his room, Reb Nachman lay on his bed and cried himself to sleep. His wife, thinking that he was simply exhausted, left him alone. After a few hours she went up to talk to him. When she saw that he was still asleep she decided not to disturb him and instead picked up his coat and looked into his pockets. She found two big diamonds. With great joy and excitement she ran to the local jewel dealer to ask him for an evaluation. The dealer could not believe his eyes. "Lady," he said after examining the stones, "you are a lucky woman. Whoever got you these diamonds brought you great wealth. You will be wealthy for years to come with the proceeds of these diamonds!" The woman ran back to her husband who had awakened, and she thanked him profusely for his great efforts. But he was still downcast. "Why are you so unhappy?'' she asked him anxiously. "We are so lucky and you are so smart to have accomplished so much." "I was not smart at all," said Reb Nachman sadly. "If I had been intelligent I would have kept my mind on what I had come to the island to do. I got caught up in what those people considered in their world to be important rather than what was really important for us. It's true, I do have a few diamonds, but I could have amassed a fortune that would have provided not only for us and our children, but even for our grandchildren and friends, forever."
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Throughout a person's life, mitzvahs are just "lying in the streets" waiting for someone to perform them. There are mitzvahs that involve kindness such as visiting the sick, helping the poor, or consoling the bereaved. There are moments of free time that add up to hours, days, even months which can be used advantageously for Torah study. Unfortunately, most people pass through life, letting time and opportunities slip by. When it's time to return to the real world, he tries to snatch a few "diamonds," but by then it is too late. He should have kept his goal and priorities in mind all the time. Picking up a few diamonds here and there is wonderful, but imagine what level can be reached by the person who makes "diamonds" his life's endeavor.
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