Rabbi Akiva was sure that this great honor was being extended to his friend, Rabbi Yaacov, and so he slipped quietly out of the wagon in order to join the others who were pulling the carriage.
His students used to wonder, “What is it that he listens for?” The only sound to be heard from the edge of the lake is the croaking of the frogs! Who wants to listen to that horrid sound!
The poor man ate greedily. As he left, a man with kind eyes nodded. He was the one who had told her to cut the bread. The poor man knew he had saved his life.
