...speaking of stories of Rabbi Levitansky A"H, we would like to share an anecdote that he often repeated about his own grandfather: (shmais)

“My grandfather was a traveling salesman in the Jewelry trade. His travels took him to small cities in the mid-west and northern United States. One day in the early 1930's as he was traveling through a rural town, he saw a fire on a farm. He stopped to look and saw the farmers from all the neighboring farms form a fire brigade. All their efforts unfortunately failed. The farmers stood around and mourned the loss. 'Poor John,' they said 'everything is gone.' 'John, we are so sorry.' 'My Zaide hearing this spoke up in his European accent, 'I'm shorry ten dollars vorth, how much you shorry.' His words took the farmers by surprise. Not only that he was sorry, but that he was putting money where his mouth is ($10 in those days was a handsome sum). Each farmer, taking my Zaide's cue spoke up one by one, pledging a dollar or two to help poor John. Eventually enough money was collected to rebuild the farm."