The Napoleon // Had a year really passed without having spoken with my neighbor?

Parenting With Slovie Jungreis Wolff

It was Sunday afternoon of Erev Rosh Hashanah, and I had just heard that one of my close friends had lost a baby. It had been a frightening summer—Meron, Stolin, Miami. A friend’s father had passed away suddenly at a young age, and now this. I felt as if there was no time to breathe in the past few months; each new tragedy had left me emotional and breathless, and there was no time in between to simply feel carefree and happy.
“Hashem, what is going on? What do you want from me? What can I do for You?”
A pasuk from Pirkei Avos streamed through my head. Hashem loves those who are oheiv shalom and rodeif shalom; let me finally bring shalom between my neighbor and me.

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