There’s a house down the street from us for boys who are called peguai nefashos which means hurt or damaged souls. Some call it crazy.
The boys there are between the ages of 20 and 25. These boys are not religious. The government sets up these work and living situations for them.
I see them everyday when I walk down the street. They’re sitting on the porch walking to a bus stop or just smoking a cigarette. Their loneliness is … Only clichés can describe it. It screams out calls surrounds envelopes. I talk to the cleaning woman who works there. Sometimes she sits there too. And you can’t pass a house twice a day and not say anything.
So one day I invite them all over for a Shabbos meal.
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