Rav Chaim Leib Shmuelevitz zt"l
הרב חיים לייב בן רפאל אלתר שמואלביץ זצ"ל
Teves 3 , 5740
Rav Chaim Leib Shmuelevitz zt"l
Rav Chaim Leib Shmuelevitz, Rosh Yeshiva Mir, was born in Kovno, Lithuania, where his father, Rav Alter Refoel, was Rosh Yeshiva. His mother, Ettel, was the daughter of Rav Yosef Yoizel Horowitz, the Alter of Novardok. In 1920, both of his parents suddenly passed away, and Rav Chaim was left to care for his younger brother and two younger sisters. When Rav Chaim was twenty-two, Rav Shimon Shkop, Rosh Yeshiva in Grodno, invited him to join his Yeshiva. Within three years, Chaim was appointed to a lecturing post in the Yeshiva. Rav Chaim continued his studies in Mir where the Rosh Yeshiva, Rav Eliezer Yehuda Finkel, chose him as a suitable match for his daughter. With the outbreak of World War II, he remained with the Mirrer Yeshiva in its exile in Shanghai for five years. After the war, he lived for a short while in America. With the establishment of the Mirrer Yeshiva in Yerushalayim, he immigrated to Eretz Yisrael and served as its Rosh Yeshiva. Rav Chaim authored Sichos Mussar.
Stories of Rav Chaim Leib Shmuelevitz zt"l
Rav Fisher related the following account:
In the summer of tov-shin-lamed-alef, I was driving my car past the Bais Yisrael neighborhood in Yerushalayim, when suddenly I noticed Rav Chaim Shmuelevitz standing by the bus stop, waiting. I stopped my car and offered him a ride. “Listen, you don’t know where I am traveling to and I don’t wish to take you out of your way, so I don’t want to get into your car,” the Rosh Yeshiva answered.
“I am traveling in the same direction as you anyway.”
“How do you know which way I am headed?” smiled the Rosh Yeshiva in response, and I answered him the same: “And how does the Rosh Yeshiva know which way I am headed?”
In the end, the Rosh Yeshiva admitted defeat to my coaxing and arguments, and agreed to get into my car.
As soon as he was settled, I turned to the Rosh Yeshiva and asked, “Where to?”
“To Chevron, to the Kivrei Avos!” answered Rav Chaim.
“That’s exactly where I was going,” I bantered back. We continued on our way till we arrived not far from Kever Rochel. We were prevented from continuing by a large Arab demonstration taking place following the Egyptian president’s death. This violent demonstration was accompanied by rock-throwing toward our vehicle and I had no choice but to turn the car around and head back, seeing that our way was blocked and dangerous.
After a few minutes, the Rosh Yeshiva asked, “Why are we headed back?”
“Because,” I answered naively, “they are throwing rocks at us and it’s dangerous!”
At this, the Rosh Yeshiva began to cry and he declared, “No! That’s not why! That’s not the reason! We are headed back because from Shomayim they aren’t giving me the opportunity – I don’t have the zechus to daven at the Kivrei Avos! The demonstration, the Arabs, the rocks – all these obstacles are against me, personally, to prevent me from getting to the Avos. Through my numerous sins I have been prevented, because I don’t have the zechus to daven at the Kivrei Avos.” And so he continued to cry.
This memory is something that will always be with me, explained Rav Fisher, and from that trip I learned hands-on that if ever anything in life is a failure, if ever something doesn’t work out the way I chose or decided, the fault lies solely with me. I am he who was found unworthy; I did not have the zechus (merit) – and I am the cause of my own failures.” (Sefer Shemuos Tovos)


