Good wine is abundant but the greatest most-delicious wines are reserved separate from the other wine and are called “private reserve.”

These wines are only brought out for the most-special occasions.

The month of Adar has brought out such a collection. A collection of private stories that poured from a woman one Sunday morning.

The woman we’ll call Flora.

Flora calls Sunday morning. “I can’t stop thinking the ‘H’ word she says to me.

“What’s the H word?” I ask.

“Hate” she answers.

“I hate” she repeats.

“I hate him” she almost screams.

Pain pours through the telephone lines.

She doesn’t hate him — I hear it.

I think about the korban we once had to bring for things said during labor pains screaming out things we really didn’t mean.

She tells me shalom bayis problems are not new; she tells of her story with Rav Shimshon Dovid Pincus ztz”l. She was zoche for a period of her life to live two minutes from his home.

“When we had difficulties back then misunderstandings we used to go to Rav Pincus’s house. Once I was so upset — something really didn’t make sense to me that my husband was doing — and I screamed out from pain to the Rav: ‘Emes emes ’ I said. ‘I need emes.’ And Rav Pincus said ‘Emes emes. What does emes have to do with shalom bayis?’

“A few weeks later Rav Pincas came back from a trip to South Africa. He’d bought my husband two suits which he tore apart and checked for shatnez himself and a bottle of chocolate liquor. The Rav said ‘At our age it’s supposed to be good for us.’

“He was so sweet” she says. “The first time I saw Rav Pincus I was terrified he had such grandeur. He was the only one … when he passed away I cried to my friend. I felt he was the only one for me and my friend said ‘So did I.’

“I hate to say this she adds but the Rav said to me I have to find the good in my husband.”

I beg for more stories.

“Oh this is a good one” she begins.

“There was a giyoress a very close friend of mine. She was a special unbelievably special lady. She came to Eretz Yisrael without a dime without family or friends. Baruch Hashem she married had a beautiful husband and children but still no money no family new country new culture — it’s hard. One day she ran to the Rav crying maybe even yelling ‘I can’t I can’t. If I would find another truth that was really true I’d do it.”

“Rav Pincus listened patiently and then said ‘You know If I could find another truth that was really truth — I’d also take it.”

Time’s ticking it’s a Sunday morning with lots to do but I beg again “One more story.”

She laughs to herself before she begins.

“Once when we first came to Israel we lived in a building on the first floor. Above us were two families. One lady had six big boys and the other was a woman who did sponja (cleaned the floors) all day. Both were not particularly warm and welcoming to our family to say the least.

“One day the lady who did the floors all day threw a bucket of dirty sponja water down the steps onto my head. I never in a million years expected such a thing.

Totally in shock I ran to the Rav’s house dripping wet. I told Rav Pincus the story. Rav Pincus listened. I asked seething ‘So what am I supposed to do about it?’

“The Rav said ‘If I tell you what to do will you do it?’

“I had to think for a second.

“Well I’ll try. I’ll do my best” I said.

“So the Rav said ‘Bake her a cake and bring it to her.’

‘Bake her a cake’ I said shocked.

‘Bake a cake? I can’t bake a cake I have no time to bake a cake. I have little children at home.’

“Rav Pincus said ‘So one of my daughters will bake the cake for you.’

‘I’ll bake the cake’ I said.

‘But what should I do with the cake when I bring it to her?’ I asked between clenched teeth.

‘Tell her from now on we are friends’ Rav Pincus smiled.

“I did it. I sifted the flour and baked the cake. I brought it upstairs and knocked on her door saying ‘From now on we are friends.’

“About a month later the big mean lady with the six big mean boys moved out and we — the lady who threw the water on my head and I — were friends.”

After we hang up as I work Sunday morning I review all the vignettes — advice from a great man. I look at my family members and others through his lenses of Rachmanus mercy.

Rachmanus kindness mercy — this is the most valuable trait that Hashem stored inside us; the aroma the taste the sweetness exquisitely divine. Maybe that’s why we who are given the train of Rachmanus are Hashem’s “private reserve.”