When a person uses his daas to serve Hashem with his physical assets, he combines the spiritual world with the physical world

Welcome to Ben Gurion. A trip to Eretz Yisrael in those days was rare, and as the plane taxied, my parents were glued to the window, drinking in the views.
Then the plane came to a halt, and they were caught up in the explosion of noise and activity as everyone prepared to deplane. Suddenly, my father stopped and began frantically searching his seat, bending over to look underneath as well. My mother couldn’t imagine what was missing.
“My chiddushim. My papers!” he said, rising urgency in his voice. “I can’t find what I worked on the whole flight!” My father z”l wrote a weekly kuntress on machshavah based on the parshah (seems it’s hereditary). He spent every possible minute refining, researching, and writing these thoughts, and the plane ride was no exception. However, somehow in the confusion of landing, the papers were nowhere to be found. My mother joined him, expanding their search as the plane emptied. Soon they were the last passengers left, and security officers boarded to investigate the delay.
“Selichah.” The burly Israeli security officer approached. “You need to get off the plane right now.” His voice and stance broached no argument.
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