Welcome to the Daily Holy Story. But the Rebbe (rabbi) started telling him. He wanted to look at his wealth in his safe: gold coins and stones. He was trapped. The door was thick and heavy, and they did not see him for a few days. There was blood on his hand, with all kinds of beautiful looks. He might even purchase the stone. “I will give you a million dollars for this stone,” the Sultan told them. “I offered you a million.” They knew that the Sultan would go after them and the baby boy of the owner of the hotel. The Sultan was right. “We're willing to give you the stone.” They looked at each other in amazement. “This stone,” he said, “this stone.” Now it had lost all its value.
In that little hotel next to the border, there was a spark of hope. The doctor came and got a visit from a man who started crying. The very wealthy man went down to the large safe he had. All of a sudden, the door of the safe shut. Inside his safe, he started banging on the door, and they found him deep in the basement of the house. When the mourning period ended, the only one that could possibly purchase this stone, they got to Istanbul, he told them. “Now, you can go.” They were sure that the Sultan would run after them. They offered the beautiful stone to the Sultan. They went to the little boy, and he looked at it. “Come on,” he told them. “We just gave it to a little child who was sick.” That was what that boy had. Who makes everything happen... The doctor of the king gave him a prescription. The great Shiniver Rebbe.
Once upon a time, Baron Rothschild started taking out all his valuable diamonds. He was looking at everything, but nobody could hear him. The members of the household thought he had gone on a business trip. After about four or five days, they were bewildered, until they got to one very valuable stone. There's nobody that knows about stones better than him. They got an appointment with the Sultan. Jewish businessmen. A sharp businessman. When they passed the border, the baby boy played with the stone. They took the stone out of his hands. He took the stone, but it looked like they were telling him the truth. “This is the stone.” That Hashem put in it. The Rebbe said, “Go back home.” He was in the city. “My son is very sick.” Whatever they looked for, they couldn't find him. They started to divide all the wealth. It was the Sultan of Turkey. They showed him the beautiful, valuable stone. The Sultan's face turned red. In their minds, they went into a hotel and fell asleep. They went back on their chariot. “Show me the stone.” “This is a simple stone.” He certainly didn't exchange it for any other stone. That it's good for a certain illness, that that stone should end up that your child will become healthy, and got him rid of his sickness. The doctors can't find a cure for him. With no choice, they went down to the safe their father left behind and said how much it was worth: the capital. Well, they were businessmen. “Leave.” But the Sultan was a man of honor. They couldn't keep him quiet, so they came to the conclusion. He told them, “This is the stone that we offered you.” “Did you show it to somebody?” The story tells us there was a certain power.
Now, the Rebbe said to the man, “He came to the doctor and have a wonderful, wonderful day.” The Rebbe said, “Let me tell you a story.” Sure enough, it was as large as an egg of a turkey, and his eyes popped out. They said, “Two million, not a dollar less.” They left the palace, and he didn't go after them. So they gave him the stone to play with. They should go back to the Sultan. It was a wise decision. “We didn't switch it.” “No, no, no,” they said. When you gave the boy the stone, made an arrangement, entered the heart of the father. He looked at the son. “My son is sick.” They found their father passing away. Shining. Only he could tell you the value of the stone. A stone like this. And if it would have been his own people, to get that stone. They started talking to each other. The brothers were able to speak in peace and went back to Istanbul. “Show me the original stone you showed me.” So he started to investigate them. He told them, “Now I know the truth.” Was taken away with the stone, except from that stone. On the way, he diagnosed his illness. “I need a Beracha (blessing).” He wrote on a piece of paper. They showed it to the people who knew about stones. The brothers got up. “I have never seen...” He would have turned around and walked away. They went into their wagon. They begged, their conversations. They came before the Sultan. They told him, “Maybe.” When the Sultan heard his illness, who didn't have any cure, he heard... Thank you for listening.
The father was bewildered. “I, one of the greatest wealthy men of the world,” and nobody could evaluate it. They went to Turkey. “This will be the crown.” “Nobody will give you as much as I'm giving you.” They told the driver he was ill, crying, and disturbing them. Nobody would give them more than a million dollars. They told him, and he said to them, “Maybe you gave the stone to somebody else.” That they gave the stone to a sick boy. “And it's not even worth a dollar.” That Hashem Almighty, and pray to Hashem and he asked him to visit his son. “And now he's going to tell me a story?” He passed away of hunger. They said to them that they were looking for the Sultan. “Jewel of my crown.” But with the Sultan, you don't argue. “Let's go back home.” He had a fever. They realized that their plan was a failure. For a million dollars. “What are you trying to fool me?” It was an exchange for another stone. It has a certain segulah. It has that power to cure that little baby. And he went back to his home. That cured him.