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A former colleague who is a wonderful educator would address his students each day before the students began afternoon classes. For a while, he would end each day’s announcements by bidding the students that they “be matzliach (successful) and make us proud.”
During a Tuesday evening a few weeks ago, one of our younger sons asked me to turn the shower on for him. Being that the first burst of water is cold water, he wanted the water to be nice and warm when he went in. Being the incredible father that I am, I went to do so. Standing on the outside of the shower, fully dressed, I unsuspectingly turned the nozzle full blast. I was totally unprepared for the rush of cold water that sprayed me in the face and drenched the bathroom. It took me a few seconds before I realized that the shower head had been facing outwards. I was wet and annoyed, as I cleaned the water from all over the bathroom.
Not far from our home in Monsey/Spring Valley is the Jewish cemetery where many great tzadikim are buried. There is an enclosed area, where, most notably, is the kever of the Ribnitzer Rebbe. In this vicinity are the k’varim of the previous two Skulener Rebbes and the late Vizhnitzer Rebbe. There is another section of the cemetery outside the wall where Rav Mordechai Schwab, the tzadik of Monsey, is buried. There are many other great people buried throughout both sections of the cemetery.
The month of Cheshvan is the only month on the Jewish calendar that has no unique endemic avodah. Even months that contain a fast day have special focus and significance.
It’s part of the paradox of our times. The more comfort, amenities, and conveniences we have, the more anxious and depressed we seem to become. Despite all our technological advancements, we are unable to predict or control the future and, despite what we have today, we have absolutely no guarantees about tomorrow.
Shortly before I married, I spent a Sukkos in a yeshivah for Russian boys in Copenhagen, Denmark. After Sukkos ended, I had the opportunity to visit a couple of nearby countries in Europe. One of the places we visited was Amsterdam. While there, we saw Anne Frank’s house, including the annex where she and her family lived until they were discovered and deported to Auschwitz in 1944.
