Sitting on the bus ...

Sitting on the bus, I saw a man with a hand cast, the soft type, so it wasn't a very bad injury, but one that causes a pause for thought. He appeared quite concerned, with a worried appearance about him. His hat was slightly back, and the stare was straight ahead ... deep in thought.

It was obvious that he seemed much more concerned, his head bent forward on his arm that was leaning on the back of the seat in front of him. Out comes his phone, head back, concerned words into the air, then the phone disappears.

His face reflected a summer spent in the sun, or he was an alcoholic. He just had that look. But he was dressed finely, in a dark suit, manly shoes, and a hat. He was a frum man, a father, husband, and a man deep in inner stress.

That is when it came to me and I wanted to shout it out: "Run the Beis Medrash, open a sefer, and give it all up to Hashem." I wanted to tell him that, to tell him whatever is bothering him can be dealt with, he doesn't have to carry the whole load alone; he just has to give it up to Hashem.

It is Elul (now 2018) and now is the time to run to Hashem and tell Him everything, ask Him for whatever is deep inside, open up your Neshoma and speak from the heart, tell Him what is gnawing at you, and also tell Him how much you appreciate everything He Blesses the World with.

All this despite the ominous signals of a world in extreme distress.

It is all for our benefit.