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A PINCH OF SNUFF
"And G.d spoke to Moses, saying, "Speak to the children of Israel and have
them bring Me an offering. Take My offering from everyone whose heart
inspires him to give." (Terumah 25:1-2)
"Whose heart inspires him," - this is an expression of voluntary
And then there was the time that a poor man named Reb Shmuel came with a
group of beggars to collect charity at the shule of the Baal Shem Tov. The
shammos (caretaker) of the shule gave each beggar a few coins but the poor
"No, thank you," said Reb Shmuel, "I want to speak to the Baal Shem Tov."
"Let me ask the Rebbe," said the shammos. The shammos returned and offered
the poor man a larger sum of money.
Reb Shmuel responded, "No, thank you, I only want to meet with the Baal Shem
After the shammos related what happened, Reb Shmuel was invited in to meet
with the Baal Shem Tov.
"So," said the Baal Shem Tov, closely studying the poor man, "you are not
satisfied with my donation?"
"Rebbe," responded Reb Shmuel, "I don't want a donation. I'm not a beggar,
just a poor man that is down on his luck. I used to be a very rich man and
was known as a baal tzedeka (philanthropist) that often helped people get
started again if they had a business setback. Every Shabbos and Yom Tov my
table was surrounded by poor people and wanderers. I had a large, successful
business. Then one day, everything changed. I lost all my wealth and finally
had to resort to living as a wandering beggar. Rebbe, why did I lose my
wealth and position so suddenly?"
The Baal Shem Tov thought for a while and said, "My dear friend, it's just a
pinch of snuff." (In those days, sharing a pinch of snuff was common and
considered to be of little financial consequence, like a mint today.)
"What do you mean, Rebbe?" said the poor man. "It's not just a pinch of
snuff. It's my whole livelihood that's gone. Can't you see, I'm walking
around in rags and I have holes in my boots."
"You don't understand," answered the Baal Shem Tov, "I mean your loss of
wealth was caused by a pinch of snuff. Do you remember one Shabbos when you
were sitting at your table surrounded by many guests and you took a pinch of
snuff from your special jeweled, silver snuff box and then suddenly closed
the snuff box?"
The poor man started to remember that fateful day as a clear vision of the
incident flooded his memory. "Oh my G.d," said the poor man to the Baal Shem
Tov, "there was a poor wanderer sitting next to me. When he reached over to
take a pinch of snuff from my special jeweled, silver snuff box, I closed it
and said, 'What's wrong, isn't that other snuff box I put on the table for
my guests good enough for you to use?' That poor wanderer turned red with
embarrassment and didn't say another word."
"That's exactly what I'm speaking of," said the Baal Shem Tov. "That man had
also been a rich man that was down on his fortune. He had been planning to
ask you for a loan to get back on his feet. But, he was so embarrassed by
what you did that he just left without speaking to you. And just at that
moment," continued the Baal Shem Tov, "it was decreed in Heaven that you
would change places with him. Your fortune would go to him and you would
have to beg from door to door as he had."
"Oh Rebbe, now I remember so clearly, moaned the poor man. From that day,
all my business ventures failed and I lost everything until I reached the
state that I'm in, having to wander and beg. Oh, what I wouldn't do to take
back that thoughtless act. Rebbe, is there anything I can do to change my
The Baal Shem Tov closed his eyes and thought. After a long pause he said,
"Well, if you were to approach that beggar turned rich man and ask him for a
pinch of snuff and he would refuse you, then your fortunes would again be
The poor man immediately left and started to wander looking for that man
with whom he had changed places. After many months, he came to a town that
was buzzing with preparations being made for a big wedding. He learned that
the bride was the daughter of a very rich man. A huge banquet was planned
for the wedding and everyone in the town was invited. The poor man went to
shule to catch a glimpse of the rich man. At first he didn't recognize him
because of his fancy clothes and new stature. But, finally the poor man
realized, "Oh my G.d, that's him!"
The poor man began to plot a plan as to when to confront the rich man and
ask him for a pinch of snuff. He decided to wait until just the right time,
the night of the wedding.
At last, the night of the wedding arrived. It was a huge celebration as only
such a rich man could afford. After the wedding ceremony, everyone was in
the banquet hall eating and drinking and dancing. And right in the middle of
the party, the rich man was dancing surrounded by his friends and well
wishers. Just at that moment, the poor man broke through the crowd and
approached the rich man.
"Excuse me," he said to the exuberant rich man, "could I please bother you
for a pinch of snuff?"
The rich man, immediately broke away from the other dancer's and took out
his jeweled, silver snuff box and offered the poor man a pinch of snuff. The
poor man fell down in a swoon. Everyone started to run over to see what
happened. The rich man told them, "Move back, give him air!" Then he said to
the poor man with great concern in his voice, "What's wrong? Do want a
drink? What can I do for you?"
The poor man started to cry. "Why did you give me the snuff? If you had just
refused, I'd be rich again," continued the poor man. Then he told the rich
man the whole story of how they changed places.
"Oh yes, I remember that day. And it is true, from that day on, everything I
touched turned to gold. I became richer and richer. It almost seemed to be
heaven sent. In some way you are my benefactor and I'm not going to let you
suffer any more. Your wandering days are over. I have a great idea. Why
don't you join me in the business? There's much more than I can handle by
myself. You can move your family to this town and we can work together."
And so it was.
Freely adapted from a story in NOTZER CHESED as translated in STORIES OF THE BAAL SHEM TOV by Y.Y. Klapholtz.
Rabbi Gershon S. Caudill