by Reb Gutman Locks at Mystical Paths
Let me tell you a nice little story that just happened. It made me so happy that I started to sing as I walked on to the makolet (little grocery store).
Those of you who have been reading these articles for the past few years know that, whenever I go in the street, I keep an eye open to see if maybe there is someone I can move a little. Ah, I saw my target coming toward me. He was a nice-looking, young (maybe 18-years-old), baal teshuvah. He was walking, holding his tefillin bag by one of its corners. It was hanging by his leg, and it was swinging a little as he walked.
He looked like an American. “Do you speak English?” I asked.
“No. Spanish,” he answered.
“Maybe a little English?” I asked in my broken Spanish.
“No. But I speak Hebrew.”
“Let me ask you a question,” I said in Hebrew. “If you are carrying something that you love, how would you carry it?”
He looked down at his tefillin bag, and said, “By my heart.” He immediately raised his tefillin bag to his chest and held to close to him in front of his heart.
I smiled broadly at his sensitivity and quickness to grab onto a good idea. Then, as I walked away, I looked back at him just as he was looking back at me. He was smiling a huge smile, and he quickly held up his thumb, as if to say, “Thanks for the great idea!”
How wonderful it is to see a young man grow to a higher level of love of G-d, and in only 30 seconds, too.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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