The Wonders of Harav Yitzchack Kadouri

228 Gigantic marble slabs being hoisted by cranes Building the tomb anew With tremendous faith in the merit of the tzaddik, I ap- proached the holy work of building the tombstones and edi¿ce that I envisioned would bene¿t the public and accommodate those wishing to pray at the graveside of the Rav. Daily, people come to pray to our Father in Heaven at the tomb of the Rav, that in the merit of the Rav they should be blessed with success. There was a lot to be done and I didn’t have any money at my disposal. Undaunted, I continued on, and several days passed by. The Jerusalem winter still held its grip, with clouds covering the sky and a cold spell lingering on. I felt the effects of winter even beneath my coat, as I stood near the Rav’s grave, greeting all visitors. Amongst the crowd, I noticed a distinguished man. I turned to him and asked, “Could you help me, so that I could replace the crumbling marble, join the two tombs together and make them the same height?” He answered in broken Hebrew, with a French accent, “No Hebrew, you telephone.” I understood that this French gentle- man was trying to tell me that he did not understand Hebrew, and wanted my telephone number. I wrote down my cell phone, and some two hours later, I received a phone call from a Hebrew speaker who also had a French accent. “Hello,” he said, “My name is Avi. You gave your te- lephone number to Dr. Yosef Ganm, from France. What was it that you asked him?” I told him that I requested a donation for building the tomb of the Rav. “How much?” he asked. As I already inquired how much a new tombstone would cost, I immediately replied with a sum. He asked me to hold on the line, and I heard them in the background discussing the matter in French. After a little give and take, he said, “No problem. He is wil- ling to donate the full amount.” As the sum was quite large, I couldn’t believe my ears. I raised my eyes