Almost anything
said about yesterday's horrific events is an
understatement. What happened is a tremendous amount to digest. So much runs
through the mind and heart I wonder if I can be coherent. The following story
comes to mind: Students of the Chofetz Chaim asked him the meaning of an
extraordinarily large earthquake that had taken place in Asia. He replied,
"I don't know for sure. One thing God is certainly telling us is, 'My
children, repent!'
It's interesting to note
that it was the Chofetz Chaim's yartzeit !
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World Trade Center
Miracles
First of all, I’m sure
we all heard of dozens of people who for some
reason decided or were forced to come in late to work at the WTC’s or a
building nearby. They overslept, they took a day off, they were saying
slichot…whatever the case, they weren’t there. Thank God.
1. There was a man who periodically picked up checks from a colleague who worked
in one of the Trade Centers and was not able to do on that fateful Tuesday
because of some business travel. The colleague decided that it was imperative
that the man receive his money on time, and went to deliver the check
personally. While he was out, the building was hit by the plane.
2. A man who worked one the 92nd floor of the WTC was on his way to his office
on Tues. morning, when he remembered that the bathroom in his office was out of
order, and so stopped at a food joint (or something of the sort and used the
restroom there… and was just a little too late for work that day.
3. Someone was in desperate need of a $100,000 loan for his brother’s
transplant. He had an old friend in the WTC who was able to loan the
money, but hesitant. Finally he convinced this friend, who left his office
just in time, to make the transaction. This friend told the man in need of
the loan not to pay him the money back—they’d both gained a life.
4. A woman who worked in the TC was asked by her boss if she would mind (for
some reason) transferring her office to a location in New Jersey. This
would cause a strain on her schedule, burn more gas… it was an overall hassle,
and so she wouldn’t agree. But after reconsidering over the weekend, she
went in to work on Monday and told her boss that tomorrow (Tuesday) she would
drive out to New Jersey and see how well it worked out. So obviously, she
wasn’t at the World Trade Center the next morning. I hope she likes her
new office.
5. I don’t know how many of you heard about it, but over the summer there was
a helicopter crash over the Grand Canyon. One of the men who died in the
crash was a Jew from New York who worked in the TC. On his shloshim
(according to Jewish tradition, after 30 days the mourning of a death is
lightened), which was Tuesday morning, several friendly colleagues from
his office went to the “ceremony” and missed work…
6. **The Thursday or Friday (I’m not sure which) before the WTC bombings, a
company in the buildings closed down and laid off a large number of people (I
was told—not sure—that 15 of them were Jews). They had horrible
weekends, I’m sure, cursing out their boss or whoever was behind the trouble,
and wondering how they would find a job to support their families. At least
now they’re alive to support their families.
7. Some people have the custom to try to read a complete Torah parshah (weekly
Bible portion) by the end of every week. On the way to work, in the TC, on
Tuesday morning, one such man was almost finished the portion when the train
came to a halt at his stop. He decided to try and finish it right then,
since he had so few pages left, and so sat down on a bench right there. He
was late for work.
8. **There is a Jewish, but not extremely religious, family living in New York
who sent their daughter to an Orthodox religious sleep-away camp this past
summer. While there, the girl broke her arm. Her parents were
extremely upset, perhaps a little too upset, and were threatening to sue the
camp. Their Rabbi finally convinced them that accidents happen, etc. etc.,
and that suing was not necessary. The father works at the TC, and after
the kamikaze plane crashes, the Rabbi, very concerned (obviously) phoned this
family’s house. The mother of the girl picked up and assured the Rabbi
that everyone was fine. “My husband didn’t go in to work this
morning… he went with our daughter to the hospital to have her cast
removed.”
9. **A good family friend recently moved to New York, and got a job in a
building right by the WTC’s. Every morning, she walks by the Twin Towers
a little after 9 o’clock, because her boss is a stickler for being on time,
and so she gets to work 15 minutes early every day, taking the 8:45 train.
Tuesday morning, this woman walked out of her apartment to help a neighbor for a
moment, but left her front door open. Another, very, very kind neighbor
shut it for her—locking her out. By the time she got the spare
key, opened her door, grabbed her things, and reached the train
station—she’d missed the 8:45, and was very late for work.
10. **An older man in Israel made a significant monetary donation to a synagogue
on Monday, in honor of his deceased father. That night, he didn’t sleep
well. He had already made the donation of a beautiful, new, Torah scroll
in honor of his father, and decided that this donation ought to be in
dedication of something different. The next morning (Tuesday, but 7 hours
ahead of New York time), he went to synagogue and told the Rabbi that the money
was dedicated towards his children’s long lives. This man’s son worked in
the Blue Cross at the WTC, and on Tuesday morning, a few hours later, he helped
his approximately 1300 employees off the floor and out of
the building. How much had his father donated? $1300.
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What a
neis!
A man who worked at the WTC realized he had to repair his tefillen after he
finished davening in the morning. He decided to do it right away and show up
for work 2 hours later.
For this swift action to fulfill a mitzvah, he was rewarded. One of planes
crashed into his floor.
See more
stories like this in the forum or add your own!
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The date
of the attack: 9/11 - 9 + 1 + 1 = 11
September 11th is the 254th day of the year: 2 + 5 +
4 = 11
After September 11th there are 111 days left to the
end of the year.
119 is the area code to Iraq/Iran. 1 + 1 + 9 = 11
Twin Towers - standing side by side, looks like the
number 11
The first plane to hit the towers was Flight 11
There's More.......
State of New York - The 11th State added to the Union
New York City - 11 Letters
Afghanistan - 11 Letters
The Pentagon - 11 Letters
Ramzi Yousef - 11 Letters (convicted or orchestrating
the attack on the WTC in 1993)
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A Letter from a Hatzoloah
Member at the World Trade Center
With the Yamim
Noraim right around the corner I hope that this letter serves as a small bit of
chizuk and maybe even insightful to those who were fortunate enough not to have
to see what I have these past few days. Rav Donny Marcus tells a great story
every erev Rosh Hashana about his experience in Israel during the gulf war. He
tells of how during the air raids, they all "heard the shofar" and it
really have them a true awakening. Well, we at Reishit all have heard that story
many times. This week though, I truly discovered what he meant.......
Sitting in my
dorm room at 9:00 in the morning getting ready to take a shower, a loud tone
came screaming over my hatzolah radio. Ok, so I was a little late for morning
seder. "Attention all units, we need ambulances from all neighborhoods to
start proceeding to lower Manhattan, we have reports that an airplane has just
hit the World Trade center." I have never put on clothes so fast in my
life. Half dressed, I flew down the stairs and outside to go to the YU Hatzolah
ambulance. There, 3 other members jumped on the ambulance, or bus as it will,
and we went speeding down the West Side Highway lights and sirens. Then another
shocking report comes over our radio. "We have reports that a second place
has just hit the Twin Towers." At this point, we knew what we were going to
be facing. Or so we thought. As we got closer to lower Manhattan we could see
the towers burning at the tops, but still standing tall in the sky. It was time
to work. We drove our bus to John street where!
We jumped off and
began to look for patients. We were at no loss for people to help. There,
doctors, EMTs, paramedics, firemen, nurses, and anyone with any minute medical
training hustled and bustled back and forth trying to find the most serious
patients and get them to the hospital. We had only managed to get a few critical
patients loaded and to the hospital when the worst part began. "Code one,
code one, the scene is not safe, all units evacuate the area immediately, Tower
One is coming down." But it was too late. The ground under us began to
rumble. When I say rumble, I mean that I almost got knocked off my feet. It
sounded like a subway car was about to ride right over our heads. That would
have been a better option than what was about to occur. Everyone began to run in
every which direction but there was no where to run.
I froze. I didn't
know where to go or what to do. I looked up in the sky and there it was coming
straight at me. The malach hamaves himself might look happier. A massive storm
of black soot and ash came hailing down on us at speeds that hurled people and
cars out of its way. Tower One had come down in a mean way. I ran and baruch
hashem I was able to dive into a tiny shoe store just as they were slamming the
door shut. And that was the end of it. Myself and about 20 other crying victims
were to be left to die in a shoe store in lower Manhattan. The small store began
to fill with black soot and smoke and we all rushed up the stairs to the even
smaller attic. But it was no use. The smoke joined us up the stairs and it was
getting hard to breath. There was just no air. I frantically called for help on
the radio and begged someone to come get us out. "H-Base, I am
trapped inside a store at 1 John street with 20 patients, one of whom is an asthmatic.
Smoke is filling the room and we cant breath." I called for help but I knew
it wouldn't come. Everyone was trapped from the collapse of the Tower, and we
were just another group of helpless victims.
So I would love to
tell some story about how I said shema yisroel and jumped for joy to die al
kidush hashem, but that's just not how it went. I was scared. Really scared! I
think I may have gotten in a half of a shiur hamaalot but i couldn't finish it.
There was just too much going through my head. I was not in the mood to die of
smoke inhalation. Especially not before I had lunch. And then a neis happened.
Ok, maybe it was just a big firefighter, but I'll call him neis. He was able to
get the door open and told us all to just hold our breath and run as fast as we
could north. Let me tell you, north south, east west, I have no clue....I just
ran my tushy off. With no visual ability and with no air to breath I ran into
the black streets. It was totally min hashamayim that just as i couldn't hold my
breath any longer I ran right into the back of an ambulance. I banged on the
door and they let me in to get my first breath of fresh air. After a little
oxygen and a few seconds of rest I was able to come back to reality and realize I
wasn't going to die. I didn't believe it at first but I wasn't going to argue.
Riding with us was a doctor from Brooklyn, 6 hatzolah members and 5 patients. We
transported them all to NYU hospital and from there we restocked and went back
to help more people.
And from there
on, the day was uneventful. NY was medically ready for thousands of patients.
But they didn't come. There were minimal amounts of people who were found at
this point. We remained until midnight treating a few firefighters and other rescue
workers but almost no people from the buildings themselves. It was a sad day for
all of us. The next day I took the train back down town and hopped a ride with a
police car to ground 0. It was not to be believed. I stood most of the day a few
feet from the tower, which was now on the west side highway, digging through
rubble to find bodies and maybe even trapped people. Standing there on top of
these innocent peoples lives just made me cringe. Me and my friend dug up shoes,
business cards, fans, pants, you name it. It was all there scattered at our
feet. We treated some rescue workers throughout the day until we were evacuated
by a police boat out of the area for fear that more buildings were going to be
falling. The rest of the days events are unimportant.
So what should be
taken from all this? Well I don't know, and at 3:00 in the morning I don't have
many insightful thoughts. I can tell you though that I'm changed from it. I
thought my life was over and that's a hard feeling to forget. But looking back I
know one thing. Hakadosh Baruch Hu was behind this from start to finish. We don't
know why and we cant even try to explain it. This was the most terrible thing I
have ever seen with my own eyes. But we must be michazeck ourselves in this
terrible time of pain and suffering to use our sorrows to enable us to really
have kavanah when we daven this Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. I think that the
davening should have new meaning to all of us and our kavanah should be that
much greater. And though this, I hope that through our teffilah, teshuva and
tzedaka, we are maavir this terrible roah hagezierah and are zocheh to the coming
of moshiach bimheirah beyameinu. My tefillos and tehillim are with all those who
still have loved ones and friends that are missing and hope that everyone has a
refuah sheleima min hashamayim.
Good Shabbos and Shana Tovah,
David
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My experience at the WTC
I write this with thanks to the Ribbono Shel Olam, to be able to write it, and
not be written about!
As we were
dispatched to the Twin Towers for a fire, not knowing what we were getting
in to, I rode in the Hatzoloh ambulance to Manhattan. We were able to clearly
see the upper portion of the towers on fire from the Prospect Expway on the way
into the Battery Tunnel.
As we got out of the tunnel and turned on to West St. I saw body parts all over
the street. I saw a part of the airplane, it looked like a engine behind a
burned car. As we got closer, we were told to park the ambulance right near the
towers. I think we were originally right behind the towers.
Then there was a report that a 3rd plane may be coming into the
building, so we got back on the ambulance and started to drive a little further
away.
Then we were told it was all clear and that we should park the
ambulance on the street behind the towers. We were parked and waiting for
directions from the Command Center which was being set up in the lobby of the
towers. While we were waiting a lot
of Hatzoloh members gathered near the ambulances watching the towers burn.
All that was between the towers and us was 1 building. As we waited, we started
to see people jumping out of the windows of the towers below the fire floors. I
guess their choice was frying in the building or jumping to their deaths. A
sight I don't think I well ever forget. We just started to say Tehillim. How
helpless we all felt knowing that there is nothing that we can do, besides
watching them fall to their deaths.
As we were waiting for instructions. We heard this loud rumble, I looked up and
saw the tower starting to come straight down on itself. I along with every
one else ran for our lives. About a half a block down there was this tremendous
cloud of smoke, dust and debris that caught up with us. At that point it became
dark, so dark you couldn't see an inch in front of you.
I wasn't able to breathe, the smoke and debris was so thick. I can only compare
it to putting a vacuum cleaner bag full of dust over your head and trying to see
and breath with it on. It was impossible to keep my eyes open, they were burning
from everything in the air. As I was running I started to get very short of
breath. The air was so thick you can cut it! It was like Makos Choshech.
As we were running another Hatzoloh member tripped, I stopped to help him get
up, B"H he was able to get up. I think he would have been stampeded on by
all the masses of people running. At the same time I noticed a 2-way radio on
the floor, in all the chaos for some reason (Hashgocho) I picked it up.
About a half a block down the smoke and debris caught up to us. We couldn't see
a thing nor were we able to breathe. I knew that I had to find shelter some how,
not knowing what was coming off the tower or how far it was flying. I considered
hiding under a fire truck, but It was getting hard to breathe.
I was getting
out of breathe and knew I had to get into a building. I ran into an alley way
and stopped running. It was getting very hard to breathe and I was
breathing very fast, from running. I sat myself down and thought to
myself that this was probably going to be the end! I figured if I keep running I
will definitely not survive. I will need too much oxygen and there wasn't much.
I knew there was a building somewhere in this courtyard I just had to calm
down and find a window to break and climb in. At this time I heard people
yelling if any body was around and I answered. We were still unable to see
a thing. It was so quite, not a sound. Some big guy tripped on me while I
was sitting trying to calm down. He asked if I am person. I told him to
hold on to me and together we will survive. We held on to each other and felt
our way to a wall of a building. We were able to feel a big window
and then followed it hoping to find a door.
There was a big plate glass door. it was locked. I went to grab my
Hatzoloh radio and break the window but couldn't find it, I grabbed the radio
that found in the street which "happened to be" a Hatzoloh radio that
someone else lost and started to bang on the glass hopping to break it. It
wouldn't break. B"H I had that radio, cause it was approximately. twice the
size of my regular radio. I don't know if anybody would have heard me banging on
the glass with that radio. Somebody came to the door from inside
and motioned to me to stop banging. He opened the door and let us in.
The lobby of this building was a little better than out side. There was light
and water. We were all choking on the debris and smoke. We stayed in this lobby
approximately.15 minutes or so, till the second tower collapsed.
B"H I had picked up the radio, and I was able to communicate to let the
other Hatzoloh members know which building I'm in and that I am alive (300
Albany Street).
It was horrendous listening to fellow Hatzoloh members yelling for help on the
radio not knowing exactly where they were or if they will survive.
One member was yelling and crying that we was trapped and surrounded by fire all
around and he doesn't know where he is. Thinking back this was a period of
time, just listening to the Hatzoloh radio that we knew that we were being
judged up above.
At that point we were told to get out of the building for fear that it also may
collapse. Someone handed out dust masks they found. I grabbed a shirt and
wet it and ripped it in half. I gave one half to a fireman so that we
would have something to try to filter our breathing. As we ran out into
the street back into this chaos, we didn't know what would fall on us. I saw an
Hatzoloh Ambulance, I jumped into it, there were other members on it already.
We all needed oxygen badly. We were covered from head to toe in this
debris. The ambulance was covered inside and outside with all this matter.
The ambulance I was on was the one I came with to the city. I had my
paramedic equipment on it was also covered with this stuff. (I have no
idea where my equipment is now. Approximately 30 thousand dollars worth.)
We all put on oxygen masks, we had to share it since we all needed it and
there
was only so much. We took turns, each wanted the other one to have it, each
saying you need it more than I. MI KIAMCHO YISROEL! I put on a pulse
oximeter on myself to see how much oxygen I was getting, it read 93-94 a little
low, normal is 97-100.
The ambulance wasn't able to go any further. We were at the waterfront a block
or two from the towers. the police brought in boats, to ferry people off
Manhattan to Liberty Park in Jersey. I knew I had to get out of there, had
a hard time breathing.
I got off the ambulance and went toward the boats. They were allowing
woman and children on first. I went to the front of the line and told them I was
a Paramedic, they let me on the boat. The helplessness I felt standing
there without any equipment trying to help people. There was a fireman
that couldn't see. He had so much debris in his eyes. I found a bottle
of water on the boat and tried flushing out his eyes. There was a woman
from the Chief Medical Examiners office on the boat, she had a broken leg.
The Chief Medical Examiner had some lacerations to his hand. I told him I
am glad can meet him standing up! There was a person having a asthma
attack. I tried my best to help the ones I was able to.
When we got to Liberty Park, there was a huge tent set up to triage
patients coming off the boats. I helped some firemen. there was Fire Chief
Murphy whom was having chest pain. I gave him some oxygen and got a
ambulance crew to get him to a hospital.
He was very thankful to myself and Hatzoloh. I helped with some other
patients for about an hour, when it all started to catch up with me I haven't
eaten all day. I had been in shul in the morning and was up to Borochu
when I answered a Hatzoloh call. From the call I took my sons to yeshiva and
then went straight to the city. On the way into the city I reminded my self to
say S'hma. I said Shmona Esrei about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, while I was being
treated for exhaustion and smoke inhalation. They took me to Bayonne Hospital
where the staff was unbelievable. They couldn't believe that we survived.
One Jewish Dr. walked into the room and looked at me and said Boruch Hashem.
My roommate in the hospital was a paramedic from Metro Care, that was in
their Command Center when it got hit from debris from the building as it
collapsed. He doesn't know how he got out of it. After all the dust
settled, that Command Center was on its side in flames. He was banged up,
and will be OK, IY"H.
At the hospital, I was quickly assessed in the emergency room and then
sent up to a room, where they did blood tests and chest X-ray. B"H all
looked ok.
I was discharged about 4pm. Some Hatzoloh members made their way to the
hospital, and we were more than happy to see each other alive. 2 of these
guys were on the way into the building when it collapsed. We had to get back to
Brooklyn, but all the bridges and tunnels were closed. We went up to the cops
and told them we are paramedics that were just heading back to the city, they
asked for some ID, and let us through all the way to Brooklyn.
The nissim
that we all experienced as individuals and as a group of Chevra Hatzoloh
are indescribable. the chesed we all saw from the Ribbon Shel Olam is boundless.
B"H all Hatzoloh members are accounted for, some with broken limbs
and scratches and bruises - NONTHELESS ALIVE!
We should all say Tehillim and Daven for those injured, and those
still trapped and unaccounted for, as of yet.
Rabbi Price, a Hatzoloh member said yesterday, that now we have some
understanding of Aveinu Malkeinu Kosveinu Bsefer Z'chuyos!
There are numerous stories of nissim and chesed, that we were zoicha to witness
and be a part of, in this unfortunate situation.
Chasdei Hashem Ki Lo Somnu Ki Lo Cholu Rachamov!
When I got up this morning and said Modeh Ani, It had a whole different
meaning. The Brocho of M'chayae Hameissim has a different meaning. Modim took a
lot longer than usual. I wasn't in a rush to leave shul this morning.
Life is to short and precious. Unfortunately it sometimes takes a
situation like this to wake us up.
May we all have a K'siva V'chasima Tova, and may we know of no more
tragedies and be witness to B'ias Goel Tzedek B'imheira V'yameinu, Omein!
WHAT WE
SHOUD THINK IN RESPONSE TO THE TERROR
PART 1
It’s true – and this
everyone knows already – that when suffering befalls us, we are obligated to
take stock in our actions and do teshuva, because, as Chazal say, “There is no
suffering without sin, and no pain without transgression”. The Rambam writes
that it is cruelty (achzorius) to allow suffering to happen without attributing
it to our sins. It’s like when a father slaps a kid in the face, and the kid
says, “I trust my father that her must have had a reason to slap me, but I am
not capable of figuring out why”. The purpose of the slap is to teach a
lesson, and if the kid refuses to learn, then I guess another punishment is
necessary, r”l.
OUR RESPONSE: IMPROVEMENT VS. CHANGE
So the first, most basic
response is Teshuva, but it has to be accompanied by ruthless objectivity.
Meaning, I am certain that everyone will say in response to this, “We have to
speak less loshon horah, respect each other more, do more chesed and learn more
torah”. People love to look at themselves and say, “We can improve”. But
they do not like to say, “We have to CHANGE”. There is a big difference.
Improvement means you have a certain value that you are striving toward, but you
have to strive harder, more, better. Of course, regardless of how hard you
strive there is always room for improvement. People are willing to commit to
improve, but of course since there’s always room for improvement and always
will be, the determination of whether they actually did as much as they could do
to improve is impossible to make.
Then there is
“change”. As opposed to improvement, where you have to try harder to do what
you already are doing, or at least want to do, change, in this context, means to
wake up and to realize that there are many aveiros that people are not trying to
work on at all, but merely live our life accepting them as part of our
lifestyle. People don’t want to think about these aveiros because responding
to them means not only some vague commitment to “try harder” but to
measurably and visibly make changes in your lifestyle.
That is why if someone
says, “Jews are being killed in Israel. It’s because we talk loshon horah,
we don’t respect each other enough, and don’t pray with enough kavanah”,
people will accept that. But if someone says, “Jews are being killed in
Israel. It’s because married women do not cover their hair, because people go
mixed swimming, because boys and girls mix in ways they should not, because
people read and watch and log on to places they should not”, people will get
mad offended. Why would we accept only certain aveiros as capable of causing
death and not others? Is it because we are reluctant to admit that our very
lifestyle needs to be changed? Or that we only want to accept responsibility for
something that we can always say, “We’re trying”, or “There’s ALWAYS
room for improvement?”
Whatever. Our first
response to tragedy is to ruthlessly audit our actions and admit to ourselves
that our sins – not only loshon horah and disrespect for each other – is
causing Jews to die all over the world. When Achan sinned by talking from the
spoils of Yericho, Jews were killed, and that was one person, one sin. Everyone
knows what their own sins are, and Hashem is showing us the possible
consequences of them. And better he should show us in Olam hazeh…. At least
now we are getting a warning. Sins are the most destructive thing in the
universe.
THE CHURBAN OF OUR SINS
The World Trade Center
was probably the most monumental structures in the whole world. I’ve been in
many countries, and I have never seen anything like them in terms of
overwhelming hugeness. Watching it be blown away shakes us up, and we are
shocked at the sight of something so big being obliterated like that.
The reality is, though,
that what we watched this week is nothing compared to what our sins do in
Shamayim. This world is nothing. It’s a puny, little spec compared to the
universe at large. And the universe itself is less than a puny spec compared to
the Olamos HaElyonim, the majestic upper worlds that are closer to Hashem. This
entire universe is a little joke compared to the universe upstairs.
And the damage that a
few planes can do down here is nothing compared to the utter destruction what
sins can do up there. Up there is a world that lasts forever, is built of the
goodness of our Mitzvos, and is beautiful and majestic beyond our comprehension.
When we do a sin, it is
like atom bombing the most majestic city in the world. All the suffering, the
screaming, the destruction, the horror and the ugliness, happens in Shamayim.
Its hard to envision what such a thing looks like, but last week’s destruction
of something so big and majestic that horrified and shocked so, is a small
miniscule Moshol of what we do to Hashems world, to our own eternal Gan Eden
world, and to this small world too, when we sin.
After 120 years, we will
live forever and ever, for millions and millions of years until eternity, in a
world that we make. Our Mitzvos build towers. Our aveiros tear them down. The
horror and the shock of seeing the WTC torn down is nothing compared to our
shock and horror of seeing the towers built by our Mitzvos torn down by our own
actions. We are all going to have to relive the experience of the world trade
center destruction in the next world. It will be not the death of others, but
our own death over and over being experienced then, the pain and anguish will
not be watched but intimately felt.
It wont be some business
offices that will be destroyed but our own homes, built by the sweat of our
brows. That we will see crashing down around us, where we will be trapped
between vaporizing heat waves and jumping to a crashing death. Our deaths, our
homes, our horror, and our tragedy – it will all be so personal and up close.
Taking place in the deepest part of our souls. We will see it happen, experience
it, feel it in the most painful way. And we will think about those beautiful
towers and the city that we built with our mitzvos and get sickened by what was
and what could have been if not for the destruction taking place before our
eyes. And we will wonder at the evil of the terrorists and what kind of animal
would destroy such an infinitely beautiful city created out of the stuff of
Mitzvos, and torture such beautiful peaceful souls created in the Image of G-d.
We will watch, helplessly as the most beautiful and majestic structures go down
in smoke and ashes, destroyed by suicide hijackers. We will watch and not be
able to stop them, and we will wonder how Hashem could allow such beauty to be
destroyed – beauty that was created by a Jewish soul – a chelek elokah
mima’al – a part of Hashem Himself. Infinite beauty and majesty. How could
Hashem allow it? We will scream out at the injustice and the evil of the
perpetrators, the death and destruction they are causing. The sorrow, the
horror. The lives snuffed out at their hands, and we will demand justice. We
will scream to hashem to reveal the identities of the cowardly pilots and bring
the criminals to justice. And we will demand to know, how such pain and horror
could exist in the Olam HaEmes.
And Hashem will then
answer us. And all the horror and pain that we saw until then will pale in
comparison to the horror and pain and shock that we will realize that we
didn’t grow much from when we lived in the Olam HaSheker, that just like we
had eyes but refused to see Hashem’s justice in this world, we still are blind
in the next world, too blind and deaf and dumb to understand the justice and
ways of hashem, because at that moment, when we scream in pain and horror at the
destruction of the infinite beauty created by our mitzvos, Hashem will allow us
to see the entire picture. And when see that whole picture, we will then know
the horror and pain of Gehennom itself, worse then experiencing our own deaths
thousands and thousands of times over, and being helpless to stop it.
Because we will then see
that the pilots, the terrorists, the masterminds behind this destruction…
… is us.
We did the aveiros, we
knew what they would do, we were warned, and we destroyed our own world. And one
avairah is like dropping ten thousand suicide planes on G-d’s world. On our
world, that we created with our mitzvos.
But it will be too late,
then.
“Today is the time to
do them [the Mitzvos], tomorrow is the time to reap their reward.”
We have a choice.
Let’s make it before it’s too late.
Let’s learn from the
terrible destruction that we just saw.
Rosh HaShanah is coming.
Let’s do teshuva.
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PART III
- Questions
People are asking how
Hashem could allow this to happen, and why evil people are allowed to cause so
much damage. There is a great debate in the Seforim about this, but for now, we
are going to follow the position of the Chovos Halevovos, who says that nobody
can do any harm to you at all, unless there was a decree by Hashem that such
harm should befall you.
But first, one other
note: The only time people question Hashem's place in a tragedy, it is
invariably when the tragedy was committed by people. When volcanoes erupt and
kill thousands of natives, or when epidemics happen and wipe out thousands of
men women and children, people do not ask How could G-d allow this? In such
cases, people know that Hashem runs the world, and He has His reasons for how He
runs the world.
People die every day of
heart attacks - how many, throughout the world? - would over 10,000 be an
unreasonable estimate? Not at all. Each and every day, all over the globe,
hundreds of thousands of people die and suffer from various causes, but people
do not question, Why?
When so-called
"natural" tragedies occur, people accept that is it G-d, running His
world in mysterious ways. But when something happens due to "unnatural
causes" - such as the WTC bombing or the holocaust or the like - people are
all over the place asking, sometimes even demanding (!) explanations of how G-d
can allow it.
The truth is, however,
that floods famines and terrorists are equally acts of G-d according to the
Chovos Halevovos. When someone is killed by a flood, it is because that person's
time was up; and when someone is killed by a terrorist, it is because that
person's time was up. The terrorist does not control life or death any more than
the water does. It is Hashem making the decision of "mi yichyeh umi yamus".
But there is a big difference between the terrorist and the flood. The terrorist
has Bechirah.
The way Bechirah works
is, a person has the ability to choose to do good or evil. That choice, however,
is where his Bechirah ends. Whether the choice is carried out or not, is in the
hands of Hashem, not the person. Peopel can just choose what to do; it is up to
Hashem to decide if they in fact do it. Actions are determined by Hashem.
Decisions, however, are human.
The difference between
an evil person and a righteous person is, the evil person chooses to be evil,
and the righteous person chooses to be righteous. If Hashem does not have
rachmonus on the evil person, if Hashem wants to display his evil to the world,
He will allow him opportunity to show the world how evil he is. But he cannot
actually harm anyone.
What Hashem does is, He
arranges circumstances so that a person who is supposed to die is in a certain
place at a certain time, and so is the murderer. Hashem gives the murderer all opportunity
to bring to fruition his choice to kill the victim.
So the murderer is a
murderer because he chose to murder. The victim is not really a victim of the
murderer. His time was up anyway. The murderer "accomplished" nothing,
except to be evil.
In order for the
holocaust to have happened, Hashem had to give Hitler the opportunity to carry
it out. He had to have been born in the right time period, in the right place,
with millions of other circumstances combining to create an opportunity to kill
6,000,000 Jews. These Jews, too, had to be in a certain place at a certain time
with certain circumstances. Everything was organized and manipulated by Hashem
of course, but Hitler only harmed himself, because the ability to become evil to
the point of killing 6,000,000 innocents is in his hands, but the ability to acutely
kill 6,000,000 people is not in his hands. Hashem has to align 6,000,000 whose
time is up then and there, and allow Hitler to become a murderer, meaning,
someone who chooses to murder.
For every single person
that was killed or hurt in the WTC bombing, a separate "cheshbon" from
up high had to be made. Mi yichyeh, mi yamus; mi yanuach, umi yanuah. No
terrorist decides these things. Hashem does.
But Hashem could have
had these 10,000 unfortunate souls pass away far from each other, or in ways
that nobody would have noticed.
But there is a "cheshbon"
to everything. Osama Bin Laden ys"v (or whoever did it) made a choice to be
unspeakably evil. To kill thousads upon thousands of people. That itself makes
him evil. If Hashem would have had rachmonus on him, he would not have given him
the opportunity to carry out his plans. But Hashem chose to allow the evil of
the terrorist to show itself, and to bring "results" in the world, at
least as far as the eye can see. Hashem wanted to show how evil this man is, to
teach us whatever lessons and mussar there is to learn from this, and millions
of other cheshbonos that we finite beings cannot fathom. But Hashem decided that
these people, whose time was up, should pass in this particular way. Bin Laden
did not harm them. He cannot. There is no power in this world except Hashem.
Reshaim can merely choose to be Reshaim. But they cannot effect the world.
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In Lesson #1 Rebbe Nachman
teaches that a Jew is responsible to consider the Divine wisdom contained in all
things and in every facet of life. Once he has discovered the Divine wisdom
contained therein, he has to use that thing (tangible or intangible) to draw
closer to Hashem (God).
The goal and the raison d'etre of mankind is to recognize Hashem and acknowledge
His Kingship, to live in this world as His loyal subjects. For that we need the
Divine wisdom. Yet, Divine wisdom is so vast and so deep. The mechanical wonders
of biology and botany; the intricacies of the holy Torah; why human beings think
and act the way they do. "Deep and deeper still; who can fathom it"
(Ecclesiastes 7:24)?
The only possible way to receive and hold onto Divine wisdom, says the Rebbe, is
to submit to Hashem. The more one acknowledges Hashem's Kingship - in all areas
of life and to the greatest detail - the more one is able to understand, digest,
Divine wisdom and live by it. On the other hand, one who refuses to submit can
never understand the Divine wisdom. He will try to force his human kingship on
others, no matter what harm he inflicts (see Likutey Halakhot, Pikadon 4:13).
A new year is starting. Some more of the time allotted to us is being measured
off and counted down. Each day, the holy Zohar says, contains good; but also has
barriers that have to be breached in order to access that good. One day may call
for a lot of Torah study and a little bit of prayer. Another day may call for
lots of prayer and a bit of Torah. Some days may call for a minimum of both,
with the emphasis on saving lives and comforting the mourning. Nonetheless,
there is always some way and some
opportunity for building God's kingdom.
In Lesson #2 Rebbe Nachman teaches that the main "weapon" of Mashiach
- and of every Jew - is prayer. Every *tefilah* (prayer), every *berachah*
(blessing), every whispered thanks, every Psalm and every *hitbodedut* (private,
secluded prayer in one's own words) brings the *geulah* (Redemption) that much
nearer.
We don't see it, writes Rebbe Nachman. Many of our people think that the
*tefilot* have disappeared into some sort of void, lost, meaningless words. Not
true. God has, as it were, turned His back on us. He is acting towards the world
with *din* (judgment). Nonetheless, every prayer bears fruit. Little by little
the tzaddikim use every prayer to create a dwelling for Hashem. When everything
is in place Mashiach will come to finish the job.
Then, as suddenly as planes can crash into towering buildings, God will
"turn around" and "face us," act towards us with *rachamim*
(compassion). We must pray and pray and pray. We must believe that our prayers
bear fruit - the fruit of *daat* (knowledge, awareness), redemption, health,
livelihood, peace* - so that we continue to pray, despite the pain and ugliness
that confronts. Then Hashem, in His kindness, will redeem us. Soon, in our
lifetime. Amen.
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President
Bush was quoted in
asking the nation to
pray for the families of the victims and quoted the Book of Psalms, ''And I pray
they will be comforted by a power greater than any of us spoken through the ages
in Psalm 23. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I
fear no evil for you are with me.''