Long long ago
there lived a man by the name Plimo. Plimo was a man of wisdom, very
well read and was quite popular in his city. People who knew Plimo,
praised his intelligence and regarded him as a man of action. Otherwise
a good man, Plimo had a habit to boast and he bragged almost every day
how none, even Satan, could ever subjugate him.
"An arrow in your eye, Satan!" he often said this before his friends and
One year, on Erev Yom Kippur, Plimo did not go out to work and was
piously making the preparations for Yom Kippur at his home. All members
of his family, including himself, had taken the "mikvah", dressed up in
white clothes and were getting ready to sit down to dine before going to
the synagogue to hear the Kol Nidre. Plimo's wife was laying delicious
foods on the table when there was a knock at the door.
Plimo opened the door to find a poor beggar standing outside his house.
The wretched creature had ugly sores all over his body and was bent with
exhaustion and pain. Sadness was written all over his face and the
blackened lips in his bearded face parted to mumble in a feeble voice:
"Have mercy on me good man. Please give me some food. I had nothing to
eat for more than a day."
"Sure, just wait here". said Plimo. He went in and came out again
quickly to hand a piece of bread to the man.
But the beggar was not satisfied. "Shall you not call me inside?" he
said "On such a day, when everyone is dining at home, why should I stay
Plimo hesitated. He had only a few hours to go for the prayer and what
if the man created problems and took much more time to eat? But he
remembered the holy commandment to feed the hungry. Plimo reluctantly
called the beggar inside and returned to his table to dine with his
The man sat down and removed his shawl which revealed his ugly sores,
many of which appeared to burst. Black flies flied around them, and the
man waved his hands now and again to disperse the insects. Plimo's wife
and kids were much disturbed at the sight. Plimo himself lost his
appetite but encouraged his family to eat on.
"It is not good to keep a hungry man outside. Besides, he will soon be
gone". said he.
But the beggar started to behave very improperly. He made ugly noises
and spat out here and there.
"Hey" shouted Plimo, "Behave yourself man. This is a house, not some
road if you think it is".
But the beggar paid no heed. The bread seemed to give him some strength.
"Bring me some wine. I'll go away." he said firmly to Plimo.
A cup of wine was served to the man. He took a sip and began to cough.
Then he spat right into the cup.
"You be damned. Now see what you have done, you shameless wretched
fellow" shouted Plimo. As he got up from his seat, the man rolled over
the floor with a violent cough and fell flat on his face. Plimo shook
the man by his shoulder but the poor creature was as still as a stone.
He seemed to be dead.
As a shocked Plimo tried to gather his senses, his wife started crying
loudly out of fear. Soon a crowd was inside Plimo's house. Many began to
exclaim, "Plimo has killed a man, Plimo has killed a poor beggar!"
A terrified Plimo began to run. After sometime, he came near a bathhouse
and took refuge inside it.
A little while later, he heard someone coming. Soon he was face-to-face
with the beggar. Plimo fell to the ground before him.
Then the man revealed his true identity to Plimo. He disclosed that he
was actually Satan.
"Now tell me why did you say..." said Satan in a mocking tone "An arrow
in your eye, Satan!"
"Then what should I say?" Plimo responded.
"You should say," said the man before him ‘May the Merciful Lord punish
Any one can come to harm, just when it is least expected.