In the tall windows of the Brown & Co. law offices, everyone was concerned with one question.<\/p>\r\n
From the cleaning worker to the last of the high-ranking officials, everyone was preoccupied with the "million dollar question," literally: How and how to inform Mr. Yehoshua Kivit the Delfon that from now on he was a millionaire. How to inform him that his period of belonging to the bottom decile was over and that from now on he belonged to the top decile. Or, if you will, to the coveted and longed-for decile (right-hand shilling).<\/p>\r\n
The scale of proposals ranges from one extreme to the other.<\/p>\r\n
Some believed that the shocking news should be preached little by little, little by little, until the consciousness penetrated his consciousness that the days of poverty and deprivation were over. On the other hand, there were those who argued that the news should be brought to him all at once, and since good news makes a bone fat, his bones would be fat and his glory would be revealed.<\/p>\r\n
Finally, the opinion of the doctor-in-training decided that, after explanations that were more hidden than obvious, and more Latin than Hebrew, the message to Mr. Kiwit would gradually be calculated and risk-free.<\/p>\r\n
But since it is impossible to get away with nothing, he took with him his personal red bag containing sedatives and anesthetics, and even an adrenaline shot that wakes fainters from their fainting. As is the custom of fateful moments, the moment also arrived when the doctor stood in front of our hopeful acquaintances and began to proclaim the million-dollar news.<\/p>\r\n
\""If my lord were to receive a hundred thousand dollars in his bank account - what would he do with them?" the doctor began to ask politely.<\/p>\r\n
\""I would cover the minus in the bank," Kiviti replies without batting an eyelid.<\/p>\r\n
\""And how would three hundred thousand dollars be of any use to you?"\"<\/p>\r\n
\""Well, then, in addition to covering the stressful deficit, I would also repay my debt to creditors," he replies.<\/p>\r\n
\""Half a million dollars, Mr. Hope, half a million, how would you use it?"\"<\/p>\r\n
\""Oh, that's a considerable amount, I could probably use it to pay off the mortgage on the apartment and completely pay off my debt on my Subaru.".<\/p>\r\n
Then the doctor clears his throat and asks pathetically: "And a million dollars, sir, a million dollars that were at your disposal, what would you do with them?"\"<\/p>\r\n
\""I would transfer half of the amount to your name, Doctor," I chuckled hopefully - and the doctor fell unconscious under him...\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u2022<\/p>\r\n Oh, how easy it is for us to talk, how simple it is to chatter, to talk nonsense, to promise and almost swear by taking an object. If I had a full pocket and a bank account with a balance, I would be a regular contributor to Torah work, to support funds, to families blessed with children, and to the other needs of your people.<\/p>\r\n And in the meantime, just talk.<\/p>\r\n How easy it is for us to promise that if our hearts were free from everyday worries and the needs of the hour, we would give them to others with understanding, with inclusion, with true empathy for their well-being and situation. "But the needs of your people are many," we conclude, "and I have barely a heart left, after I have consumed it with all the troubles and chaos.".<\/p>\r\n And suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a beautiful and enlightening hour appears to us, bringing into our pockets bells that we are not accustomed to. A time of expanding our minds arrives, our hearts are as free and wide as a hall and there is no cloud that weighs on us, and yet our pockets are not opened and are not given to anyone on a silver platter.<\/p>\r\n Maybe because we've gotten used to having neither money nor leisure, neither wealth nor the expansion of knowledge, and of course no blood, literally.<\/p>\r\n And perhaps, perhaps because even in times of "bread is scarce and water is scarce," even in a period when there is barely bread to eat, clothes to wear, and pennies in one's pocket, even then we must exercise our giving muscles, train our ability to bestow, to feel rich enough to share from their jar of flour and their jar of honey, to feel capable of listening to the troubles of so-and-so and the courtships of an unknown, even though we too have our own bag of troubles and our personal scale is not without pebbles.<\/p>\r\n There are, there are people with a hearty pocket, who do not have an inflated bank account, and who are rich and great philanthropists and scatter their wealth and fortune to all who need it, and they truly and sincerely mean that if they won a million dollars, as the saying goes, they would give you, Doctor, half of it.<\/p>\r\n Yoredea.man@gmail.com<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"And suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a beautiful and bright hour appears to us, bringing into our pockets bells that we are not accustomed to, and yet our pocketbook is not opened and is not given to anyone on a silver platter.","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[138],"tags":[759,6120,696],"class_list":["post-224092","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-138","tag-759","tag-6120","tag-696"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n