If we want to save this generation, we must teach them how to endure, struggle, and persevere
It’s late at night when I get a frantic call from a father. His son, Avi, has been skipping yeshivah for weeks. Avi spends hours in his room, gaming, or sitting on the couch downstairs.
“We’ve tried everything,” the father says, his voice breaking. “He is refusing to do anything meaningful anymore. Do you think he’s depressed?”
The next morning, I meet Avi. He’s not visibly distressed, nor does he exhibit signs of clinical depression. He’s articulate, aware, and even admits that he’s stuck in a rut.
“I know I should get up,” he says. “I just… don’t feel like it. I can’t be bothered to learn or go out in the cold.”
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