Disclaimer: I don't own Fiddler on the Roof

Shprintze woke up with a fever.

"Papa," Bielke called out, "I think Shprintze is sick."

Tevye and Golde went into Shprintze's room. Golde felt her daughter's forehead.

"She's burning up," she told Tevye.

"I'll go fetch the doctor," Tevye told Golde, "You stay here and make sure she's comfortable."

Tevye bundled himself up and went to the doctor's home.

"Tevye," Dr. Goldsmith greeted him with a smile, "It's nice to see you, my friend."

"I'm afraid this isn't a social call," Tevye replied, "Shprintze is quite ill. She has a fever."

Dr. Goldsmith got on the wagon and rode to Tevye's home. He exclaimed Shprintze and frowned.

"It appears she has the flu," he said.

Golde gasped.

Back in that time, the flu was very dangerous.

"You must keep her away from Yahsourah," Dr. Goldsmith instructed.

Yahsourah was the 10-week-old baby that Bielke took home 10 weeks ago. She had found her abandoned as a newborn.

"What can we do for her," Golde asked.

"It's important that you keep her comfortable," Dr. Goldsmith replied, "Cold water and cool washcloths. We have to get the fever down. If we can't, Shprintze will likely not survive. I will be back every day to check on her progress."

"Thank you, Abraham," Tevye said.

Shprintze spent the next week sick as a dog. On the eighth day, she stopped breathing. Dr. Goldsmith worked for ½ an hour to get Shprintze back, and he finally did.

To his amazement, the fever was gone. He came out.

"Shprintze died for awhile," he said, "But I managed to bring her back. The fever is gone."

Tevye and Golde raced to Shprintze's room. She was feeling a lot better.

"I saw Heaven," Shprintze told her parents with a smile.

"What did you see," Golde asked.

Shprintze described what she saw. She trailed off at the end.

"Go on," Tevye said, "What else did you see?"

"Oh Papa you don't want to know."

"Of course I do," Tevye said, "Your mother and I both want to know."

"Well… okay," Shprintze said, "I saw Jesus."

"Is it possible," Golde whispered to Tevye.

"Well He was Jewish," Tevye pointed out, "I don't know. Shprintze's gone to the other side. We must trust her."

"Does that mean we must change our way of thought," Golde asked.

"No," Shprintze said, "GOD made everyone and He loves everyone. Just love and appreciate everything."

Golde smiled.

"I like that," she said.

"I like that too," Tevye replied.

Shprintze spent the next week in bed to be safe. When she finally was better, she told her sisters everything that she had learned. Chava was especially interested. After all, she lived in a world of both ways and she learned to appreciate everything.