A known righteous woman, "savta (grandmother) Chein" as she was known in Lubavitch circles, told the following story about her grandfather, Reb Efraim.

Reb Efraim was a wealthy man, and a chusid of the great Tzadik, the Tzemach Tzedek of Lubavitch. Once he rented a wagon and its driver for a trip to his Rebbe. After talking over whatever he had do with his rebbe, the rebbe told him that he would like his wagon driver to stay over night, and eat breakfast with him and his sons together. A chusid doesn't ask questions, and so he requested this from  the wagon driver. The latter, far from a chusid, got annoyed." What does the Rebbe think, I don't have anything better to do? I have to work for my living." In order to fulfill the Rebbe's will, Reb Efraim was forced to pay him a substantial amount for his loss of time, and then he agreed. When they ate, the Rebbe had them all dink their bread in the same bowl. The Rebbe thanked him and blessed him, and that was it.

But the chasidim (chusids) were not going to let something like that slip away. They cross-examined the poor guy mercilessly. How much does he learn in a day? when, how, where does he pray? Maybe he does special good deeds? Maybe he gives unusually large amounts of money to charity? They thought he must be some kind of hidden tzaddik. But to no avail-all his answers proofed that he was exactly as he looked- a simple Jew. Then one of them asked him is something special ever happened to him in his life. "This," he said," I can affirm." As a wagon driver working in the villages, often I am requested to bring a moihel (the man who makes the  circumcision) from far away towns; and often I do not get back to with the moihel until after the eight day, when the bris should be done. This caused me great grief. So I took upon myself to learn to be a moihel. Then, whenever they would think to send me to bring a moihel, I could save them the delay and do it myself. And that is what I did. Once, while passing through a gentile village, I heard a women mobbing and crying in Yiddish. "Why was I born?" she cried. I asked her what happened. She told me that her infant boy is now eight days old, and there is no one to make him the brit. I told her, don't worry, G'd has helped you already-I am here, I am a moihel, and I will be happy to do it. Just I need someone to hold the boy when I do it. Where is your husband? But he had been in bed, paralyzed, for the last half year. And she could not do it. (It is written not to let the mother do this, lest she flinch and the knife may cut where it shouldn't.) Is there another Jew in the town? No, she said. So I took off to the streets to look for one. After a long search, I only found on the edge of town one little, bowed over old Jew. I approached him warmly and asked him to come participate in the great mitzvah. But he rudely said he had no time. I tried to persuade him, to no avail. Then I said to myself, now he's gonna go! I grabbed him by the collar and tried to pull him. (The wagon driver was a big burly man) He gave me such a shake like I never felt in my life! Who could this be, I thought. Well, with good it doesn't work, and neither with bad. So I started to cry. What means it, a Jew doesn't have mercy? After much sobbing, he agreed to come. We made the bris. Then he said, it is customary to make a meal after a bris. What do we have? I just had a bottle of 96% spirit. I went out to buy bread (as is permitted to buy from gentiles if there is no Jewish bread, although today's bread has many additions besides flour and water, and is therefore never permitted) We poured the spirit in a bowl, and ate together. Then before blessing after meals, he said, it is customary to bless with at least three Jews together, if there aren't ten. Where is the father of the infant? I told him, and he asked to see him. He went into his room, wished him mazel tov, and told him to come eat and bless with us! But how could he? It didn't take five minutes, and  the guy was on his feet as though nothing had ever happened to him. We ate the bread in the spirit, and blessed together. And this I cannot understand until today.

Later, the Rebbe said to the chasidim,  such a Jew who had the priviledge to eat with Avruhum Avinu (the patriarch Abraham) from one bowl, I wanted for me and my children to have the priviedge to eat with him from one bowl.

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