"Life has a way of confusing us, blessing and bruising us..." (from Fiddler on the Rroof)
I once read that when a census was taken of the Israelites in the desert, Binyamin's descendants were far fewer than the number of descendants of Dan. This would seem counter to intuition as we would expect Binyamin, who had ten sons, would have had many more descendants than Dan, who only had one son. When I read this, I realized that we can't predict how life is going to turn out and what we worry about may turn out fine in the end. The things that we least worry about might give us the greatest sorrow in the future.
The above came to mind when I read about an interview with Shalom Menora, a man who lost his father and two daughters in a plane crash this week. His 13-year-old son was badly burned and prayers are needed for a refuah sheleima for Netanel Yosef ben Simcha Sima.
During the interview, Mr. Menorah stated that he he has two sons serving in combat roles in the army. They are fine, while his daughters who were away on holiday, safe from the combat zone, were killed.
Let us hope that the Menora family will find the strength to cope in these difficult times and that their young son should merit a speedy recovery. May they know no more sorrow.
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