The Human Heart: I also celebrated at the Litman wedding

Eliezer the Lion
November 30, 2015   
They used to go to the grocery store, to grandma's, to work, and to the bank. Today, they go there by car, but they 'walk'. • How do we avoid traffic accidents? • And what did I learn from the happy wedding of Sara Litman and Ariel Bigel?
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Taking a walk

They used to go. Go to the grocery store, go visit the grandmother who lives in a nearby neighborhood, go to work, go to the bank.

Today, people travel to all these places by car.

But, on the other hand, today we are going for a walk.

They used to run. They ran quickly to the post office to get there on time, they ran quickly to the bus so as not to miss it, they ran quickly to the house of the seamstress who lived on the other street to get the tailored suit from there.

Today, all of these people travel by car.

But, on the other hand, today we're going for a run.

They used to clean the house alone. They wouldn't dream of asking for help, they would bend over, lift themselves, rub, scrub, toil and work very hard, and... let out a sigh.

Today, you pay a little for a maid, purchase efficient devices and products that clean themselves, and take the elevator to the second floor.

There used to be less talk and more action. Today, everything you do is called by a name, so that there is no mistake. Talking and talking, doing much less.

It is almost certain that if we count the steps to the grocery store, add to that the run to the neighboring neighborhood to pay off the debt to the greengrocer, take the stairs home, and do a little cleaning - we will earn ourselves a handsome salary for walking, without paying for a gym membership, without finding time to walk, and without being seen on the street as competitors in a running competition.

Road Safety Center

Nothing will help prevent traffic accidents if we don't help ourselves. Unlike various and strange attacks, in which we have no hand or foot, we ourselves can help prevent accidents, just as we ourselves drive our cars, climb onto buses and trains, and walk on the roads.

We raise our eyes high and expect and hope that the deaths on the roads will stop. But we are deceived. Not this or that ministry, not this or that minister, not this or that volunteers will bring us medicine in the field of roads. Whoever will bring medicine - it is we ourselves, and if we do not have it - who will?.

The Center for Road Safety is in the heart of each of us, and if it wants to prevent the next accident, it is capable of doing so.

We will take our own lives into our own hands. We will watch the roads, gently warn the speeding bus driver, force ourselves to slow down, and be doubly careful and vigilant when crossing the busy road behind our house.

No renovated road will bring us home safely, no modern vehicle will benefit our lives, no traffic light will replace the warning sign in our minds.

If we don't take ourselves seriously, no one will do it for us.

Between celebration and sadness

Huge budgets cushion all kinds of offices and businesses and help them succeed in their struggle, their work, and their progress.

When we hear about high budgets directed to all sorts of entities, we are sometimes surprised. We don't always know that the office receives so much money, and after all, not every office that receives budgets is actually successful, not every business that employs hundreds of employees is a profitable business that knows how to run itself.

In contrast, we sometimes ask ourselves: What brings true success in life? What makes certain small businesses grow, advance, and navigate the world? What sometimes makes one small person sweep a crowd after him?

To understand this, we only need to look at the huge wedding celebrated this week.

The wedding of the daughter and sister, Sarah Tachia Litman.

I was there too, as close as I could get, along with the many thousands who stood in tears of joy and sorrow, of hope and despair, and sang, sang, sang, because that's what remained to be done.

It was one small request, one tiny request, that brought all these thousands from Israel and around the world, successfully, to celebrate and cry.

No money, no gold, no power, no connections. No talk, no promises.

Nothing in the world can replace the human heart.


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