by Reb Gutman Locks at Mystical Paths
I was sitting at the Kotel waiting for the evening prayers to begin. There was a young boy standing in front of me facing the Wall. He was holding his father’s hand. He was three or four years old. His pants were partially rolled up and his right leg seemed to be artificial. Such a sad thing to see. After a while they turned to leave. His father steadied him as he limped away.
He looked at me and I smiled at him warmly. My heart went out to the little boy, knowing what a struggle he had in front of him. He did not smile back, but as they walked by, the little boy reached out his hand and softly stroked my arm three times as if he was petting a big, shaggy dog. It was so warm. I smiled and gently touched his hand.
He never smiled back but showed his appreciation in his own very loving way. His father, who had not seen me smile at the boy, was quite surprised at his little son’s behavior.
When you stop and think about it, it is very easy to be kind.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
// 10/26/2008 //