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The High Holy Days are the string that binds us

The priceless gift of being together in shul shows how much we really need each other

October 1, 2021 09:25
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I once read a moving story about the power of a piece of string. A woman was incarcerated in the Lodz Ghetto together with her elderly father. She did everything in her power to tend to his needs, scouring the streets for extra food and risking her own life in the process. Despite all her efforts, however, she tragically watched her father slowly decline, unable to halt the inevitable.

Yet there was one thing she felt she could do to make a difference. Every night she would tie a string around her father’s wrist. Then, she would take the end of that string and tie it around her own wrist. As she slept on the floor by his bed, his every move would make her move as well and she would immediately wake up and care for him.

Her father died in the ghetto. But her sense that they were connected carried her through the war and accompanied her to the very last days of her own life.

That piece of string was likely to have been just a few short lengths of fragile thread twisted together. It disappeared along with the lives of so many.