Thursday, August 01, 2013

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Cell Phones

by Reb Gutman Locks @ Mystical Paths


      I really dislike (hate) cell phones. Well, until yesterday that is. I have never owned one, and I never will. I have spoken less than one minute on one in my entire life. I think that they are rude, demanding, and maybe even dangerous, but everyone (but me) swears by them.

     All this was until late yesterday afternoon. I was on my way to the Kotel (Western Wall in the Old City, Jerusalem) when I saw a little lost boy coming out of the market crying. He was maybe 7 or 8 years old.

     “Okay, okay, don’t worry, Aba (Daddy) is here somewhere. Come, I will help you find him. Was he in the store with you?”

    The boy shook his head, “No”.

     I took his hand and walked slowly trying to find someone who might know the boy. He did not stop crying. He was scared that he would never see his family again. Ouch!

     Then out of the blue a young Jewish woman hurried up to us. She asked the boy, “Do you know your phone number?

     Still crying, the boy nodded, “Yes.”

     She took a small cell phone out of her backpack. “What is the number?”

     The boy, in between tears, gave her the number. I was really impressed that a child so small would have memorized a phone number.

    “What’s your name?”


     What’s your father’s name?”


     “Hello, we have a lost boy here looking for his Aba.”

     Within 20 seconds three little boys walked up and the lost boy immediately stopped crying. He smiled, and ran over to them. They quickly walked away holding hands. Total relief... Whew!

     Boy, do I love cell phones.


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