This past week I attended the Levaya of a Rabbi who served for many years as a mentor for hundreds of followers.
During the procession, I noticed a good friend of mine, a grandfather already several times over, with tears streaming profusely down his face.
This caused me to pause, as I am used to seeing tears by funerals, yet shameless sobbing on a public street for one who is not even a relative is not often seen.
And then I realized that it is I who should be crying. In that I don't feel that close to MY mentor.
May this blog post arouse all those who lack loyalty, who are lackadaisical and lax in their living without a lawgiver, to fulfill the dictum of Aseh Lecha Rav to the utmost degree.
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