We were having a discussion in class about choices,
and if you could do it over again
So many of my students said
they’d love to start over
Do it again.
I didn’t want to.
I can think of so many things that when they happened,
I wished had gone differently.
That I had said something else.
That had known something.
That some things just didn’t happen at all.
People always ask,
“Why do bad things happen to good people?”
and then the defeating
“because they can handle it and Hashem loves them.”
(that answer never satisfied me)
I don’t know if I’m a “good” person
or if I “handled” it…
Hashem loves me,
that I do know,
but I’m here today because of everything,
for better or worse,
the good with the bad…
I am me, because of it…
And I kinda like me.
I’m not gonna go for a