Small Tastings of Torah, Judaism and Spirituality from Rav Binny Freedman – Portion of Vayera
She was sitting not more than twenty feet away, but I never met her. She was fifteen, and full of life; I must have seen her, but was not paying attention; I was busy with other things.
It had been a very challenging year, with almost eighty days of extremely difficult reserve duty, par for the course of being a Company Commander in the reserves at the height of the second Intifada. So I was feeling particularly blessed that afternoon that I was healthy, and safe with a loving family and much to look forward to. For me it seemed, life was so full of chesed, Hashem’s loving-kindness. But as I was standing on line waiting for my baked ziti, a man with a guitar case full of explosives was walking towards the same S’barro’s Pizzeria; everything was about to change, forever.
I imagine she was probably doing what any healthy fifteen year old girl would be doing on a beautiful summer...
