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I’ve been thinking, over the last week, about ‘fogetfulmess of self.’
That serene state of childhood, where no thought is given to who owns what.
One just rides one’s bike, or zooms along on roller skates,
oblivious to such distinctions.
All is given of God, including my next breath.
Reb Zusia, my favorite human being from the past, had just such understanding.
I found the anecdote, which follows, expressive of who Zusia was.
A traveler stopped at a village, on his journey.
There, he sought out the rabbi. "Why are we urged to
thank G-d for even loss and pain?
The rabbi told the traveler that there were human beings
who lived with loss and great pain. Yet they were happy,
and they brought this sense of happiness - and even joy -
to those around them, who knew not of the suffering
of the one who was joyful.
The rabbi told the traveler to go visit Reb Zusia, and to
ask him the question - that so filled the heart of this traveler.
Reb Zusia’s home had no heat, and his house was barren
of worldly goods. Zusia endured constant physical pain,
and there was hardly any food to feed his many children.
Hearing the traveler’s question, Zusia looked puzzled.
“I don’t know why the rabbi sent you to me. I have never
had anything bad happen to me.”
I read, in another source, that Zusia was so greatful
for each breath, that that, in itself, was cause for joy.
reen12