The Kelmer Maggid, Rabbi Moshe Isaac, spent a weekend at a summer resort near Riga. On Shabbat he noticed that there were numerous Jews in the synagogue without a Tallit because they were too lazy to bring them to the synagogue. “My friends, I will tell you a story,” began the Maggid. “Recently, while I was spending a Shabbat in Riga I visited a wealthy merchant and was informed that he was not in. ‘Where is he?’ I asked. ‘He left on a pleasure trip,’ was the reply. Suddenly I heard sobbing from a nearby chamber. When I entered the room there was no one in sight. Then I saw a tallit bag on the wall. I realized that the tallit was crying. “Tallit, dear tallit, why do you weep?’ I asked. ‘Why shouldn’t I cry?’ the tallit replied. ‘My master left and took all his gold and silver but left me behind all alone.’ So I spoke consolingly. ‘Dry your tears, little tallit. The...
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