Real People, Real Miracles

摘要

THE WINTER after 9/11 was a hard one for me. I had just left the rabbinate in Greenville, South Carolina, and embarked on what proved to be long-term unemployment and, at midlife, many endless depressed days. I felt a void inside. My one happiness was having my grandchildren, Sophie and Simeon, with me for Hanukkah, but when they returned home, I was left with a dark state of mind and that inner emptiness again.