The Sign on the Door

I

pulled up slowly behind a row of parked cars. I didn’t want to get out of the car. I was dreading arriving.

I was proud to see that a lot of people from the community were there. As I stepped out of the car, I allowed myself, even in this place, to feel blessed that I was part of a community that knows how to be there for each other.

A car pulled up immediately behind mine. It was Yehoshua Klein, an old student of mine. He had developed an expertise in working with teenagers in his own right. He got out of the car with a few local boys.

We nodded at each other.

There was a world of meaning in that nod. Over the next hour or so, I exchanged that nod with a few other people present. I can’t explain it, but we understood.