Receiving a Rebbe Dollar at the Ohel

13 Tammuz.
The great holiday of Redemption of the Previous Rebbe from Soviet prison.

I stood at the Rebbe's Ohel.
The universal address of comfort, of blessing, of strength, of inspiration. 

I looked down at the hundreds of torn up letters that people left behind here today -
People who poured out their hearts and souls in this holiest place.
People who let go of all their worries here, 
Who tore up their past concerns, 
Who left behind their heavy weights,
Who returned home lighter than before,

As the Rebbe's broad shoulders carry it all.

I read my pan too.
I asked, "How can I take this truth that I feel at the Rebbe's ohel, with me, when I go back down to the real world?"
I asked for Bracha and Hatzlacha.
And more...

As always, I left the ohel feeling uplifted, feeling that great sense of joy that comes from being in the Rebbes holy presence.
I thought, if I lived here in NY, I think I would want to come here every Sunday to recharge.

I passed by the video of the Rebbe, where the Rebbe spoke about our mission to transform the lowest of the low in our world, into a dwelling place for Gd.

For some reason, as soon as I returned to our car, I felt an urge to search for my rings which I put away a week earlier at the beach, so that I wouldn't lose them. I kept meaning to put them back on since then, but I just didn't get to it.
I opened the zipper of my handbag where I thought I put them, and saw my watch which I had also put away. But when I felt for my rings, they weren't there. 
I got a drop nervous, so I took everything out of the zippered pocket and went through it carefully, as if my rings could be between the papers and dollar bills, 🤷‍♀️and I started organizing. (I had actually put my rings in the zipper of my wallet, not the bag itself.)

Suddenly, my eyes fell on one envelope in the pile, containing something which I had received from my generous father on one of my recent trips to NY, but which I had completely forgotten about.
I stared at the words I had written there with disbelief.
"13 Tammuz -
Rebbe dollar."

That's today, I realized. 
And I found this right as I left the ohel.
It's no coincidence that I found this right here and right now!
I felt like I just received this dollar from the Rebbe's hand.

Until now, it had been just "another" Rebbe dollar to me. Actually one that I had completely forgotten about. And one that I didn't feel was even really "mine" cuz it was passed on from my father. The Rebbe didn't actually hand this one to me.

But now, this is my own most recent dollar, which I feel the Rebbe gave me on 13 Tammuz 5779, at the ohel.

My father reminded me to "redeem" the dollar by giving some money to tzedakah. 

And now, this is my Bracha to hold on to. To take with me as I leave the holiness of the ohel and return to my shlichus in Moscow.
This is my dollar to hold on to, until we are once again able to physically see our Rebbe and hear new Torah from him - as he leads us to the third Holy Temple in Jerusalem with the true and complete Redemption. 
May it be right NOW!!!

Until then, there is no doubt that the Rebbe is with us here in golus, leading us, guiding us, blessing us... 
More alive than ever before.

And we are not alone.

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