I want to share a couple of the ones I heard on my latest trip with you here, one today, and one tomorrow:
Story number 1
Ilanit comes from Tel Aviv. She showed up on the bus to Uman replete with fashionable UGG boots; fashionable pompom hat; fashionable stretch leggings; and a whole bunch of expensive jewellery, to boot.
She'd bought her three Tel Aviv roommates with her (also with their UGG boots) and this is her story:
Two years' ago, after 30 years of marriage, her mother decided that she'd had enough, and was filing for divorce. Ilanit was 24 at the time, and she says she took it really hard, to see her whole family life being ripped apart.
She'd never been to synagogue in her life, but she found one in her neighbourhood, sat there, and cried her eyes out. While she was sitting there, she saw a copy of the 'Tikkun HaKlali', the 10 psalms that Rebbe Nachman prescribed for fixing our souls at their root, and said them. Then, she made a promise to Rebbe Nachman that if he got her parents back together, she'd come and visit him.
A few weeks' later, she got a phone call from her mother, who was sitting having breakfast with her father, having decided to reconcile with him.
"What happened?!" a stunned Ilanit wanted to know.
"Don't ask!" her mum replied. "I don't really know! But we're back together."
That happened on a Monday, and Wednesday, she flew out to Uman, to keep her promise.
She came back this year with her three roommates, to say thank you for saving her parents' marriage.