T he Seder had ended and as I put away the last items in the fridge my only thought was to reach my bed.
Sleepily I opened the door for a breath of fresh air to strengthen me for the trip upstairs. As the hour was late even by Seder night standards I was surprised to see someone walking toward me.
I could tell by looking at the face of Tzvi Bloomstein* that he was in pain. Although not a word was spoken we both understood that something was broken. I silently opened the door wider and with a nod guided him into my house. Then I went to the kitchen and brought two cups of tea.
Tzvi is a man in his early forties married for almost 20 years and the father of five children.
