In the Footsteps of Greatness

A man who lost everything finally finds his way into first class—held together by points, pride, and a fragile sense of worth. For a brief moment, he feels elevated… untouchable.Then one quiet comment cuts through it all.Opportunities are placed in our hands every day… the question is whether we’re truly rising to meet them.

A boy on the brink of his bar mitzvah clutches his tefillin, boarding a flight for a moment he’ll never forget—until everything suddenly stops.A call. A pause. A shocking instruction from Rabbi Aharon Leib Shteinman: turn around.No explanation. Just trust.What follows isn’t the story they expected—but it may be the one that matters far more. A quiet, powerful lesson about where real growth actually happens… and the choices that define a person for life.

When grief and joy collide in a single night, what does a person do?Rabbi Yaakov Kamenetsky stands at a levayah, overcome with tears, unable to continue. Just hours later, he’s at a chasunah—dancing, singing, fully present.How is that even possible?A story that begins in heartbreak and turns into something unexpected reveals a powerful truth: a Yid isn’t defined by what they feel—but by how they respond.

“Ad d’lo yada.”All year we remember too much—mistakes, failures, who we used to be.Two mechutanim almost lost a chasunah over petty fights. When it was finally back on, they asked the shadchan not to come. Seeing him would bring back the bad memories.Purim is that choice.For one night, we don’t let the past into the room. We drink. We dance. We let go.

Purim isn’t just costumes and noise.It’s the day Chazal say we accepted the Torah again—this time willingly. Hadar kibluhah bimei Achashveirosh.A sweltering day in Bnei Brak. The beis medrash empty. The heat unbearable. They went to see the Chazon Ish—and found him learning as if nothing existed.“How?” they asked.His answer changes everything.Because the real battle of Purim isn’t outside. It’s in your head. And what you choose to let in decides who you become.

A king sent his servants to distant provinces and warned them: You’ll have power, pleasure, and endless distractions—but remember, you’re coming back. Each place was filled with treasure, and whatever they shipped home would be theirs forever.One king worked immediately, sending gems back each day. Another said, “Later,” and lost himself in entertainment. A third filled crates with souvenirs—beautiful, but worthless.One king understood. I wasn’t sent here to enjoy myself, but to prepare. He lived simply and shipped treasure nonstop.When they returned, only one was truly rich.The nimshal is obvious. This world is temporary. What we send ahead is what remains. As we head toward Rosh Hashanah, the question isn’t what we enjoyed—but what we shipped home.

The Chafetz Chaim once saw people laughing in shul. They told him about the “meshugeneh of Raden” who had walked 24 miles to a fair and came back proudly holding one prize—a free pinch of snuff.“Don’t laugh,” said the Chafetz Chaim. “It’s not so far from you.”A neshamah travels from the Kisai HaKavod down to this world for one reason: to acquire eternity. If we go through a lifetime of struggle and return with nothing but a pinch of snuff—empty gains—who’s really the fool?Make sure what you bring back after 120 is worth the journey.