One day, the Rabbi heard that his cousin had been killed by the government as the result of religious persecution. He withdrew from where he was staying and went away by himself in a boat to a secluded and desolate place. When the people heard of this, they followed him on foot from their towns.
When he came ashore, the Rabbi saw a large crowd, and felt compassion for them and healed their sick. When it was evening, his talmidim came to him and said, "This place is desolate and the hour is already late. Send the crowds away that they may go into the villages and buy food for themselves."
But he said to them, "They do not need to go away; you give them something to eat!"
They said to him, "We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish."
And he said, "Bring them here to me."
Ordering the people to sit down on the grass, the Rabbi took the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up toward heaven, he made the brachah [blessing G-d for the food]. He broke the loaves and gave them to the talmidim, and they gave the bread to the crowds, and they all ate and were satisfied. The talmidim picked up what was left over of the broken pieces: twelve full baskets. There were about five thousand men who ate, in addition to the women and children.
-- This is the life of The Rabbi. --