All that day, the holiest of the year, they had stood in the synagogue, fasting, repenting, beseeching the Almighty to grant them a year of life, health and happiness. Now, the āāgate closingāā prayers had concluded, the shofar had been sounded, and the townspeople of Berditchev were breaking their fast with the festive post-Yom Kippur meal.
Rabbi Levi Yitzchak of Berditchev turned to his disciples and said: āāLet me tell you of a deal that was struck today with the Almighty in the womenās section of the synagogue.
āāSarah Leah, a widow with a houseful of hungry tots, lifted her eyes heavenward and said: āFather in Heaven! I know that Iāve sinned. Iāve gossiped, Iāve neglected my prayers, Iāve gotten angry. But You, G-d, did not do that great, either. Look how Youāve treated a poor woman and her five little orphans: our goat stopped giving milk, the roof of our humble hut caved in, and the baby was ill all winter. But Iāll tell you what. Letās make a dealāIāll forgive You, Youāll forgive me, and from now on weāll both do only good to each other…ā
āāFoolish woman,āā concluded Rabbi Levi Yitzchak. āāWhy did she let Him off so easily? She could have brought Moshiach!āā


