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Rabbi David Wolpe

Rabbi David Wolpe

Posted: February 6, 2011 07:20 PM

True Goodness

Is there such a thing as disinterested goodness? In the world of faith I believe there is -- and I offer a brief, wonderful story to reinforce the point:

My father's father died when my father was 11 years old. His mother was a widow at 34, and he -- an only child -- bore much of his grief alone. In accordance with traditional practice, he began to walk very early to synagogue each morning to say prayers in his father's memory, a practice lasting for a year after a parent's death.

At the end of his first week, he noticed that the ritual director of the synagogue, Mr. Einstein, walked past his home just as he left to walk to synagogue. Mr. Einstein, already advanced in years explained "Your home is on the way to the synagogue. I thought it might be fun to have some company. That way, I don't have to walk alone."

For a year my father and Mr. Einstein walked through the New England seasons, the humidity of summer and the snow of winter. They talked about life and loss and for a while my father was not so alone.

After my parents married and my oldest brother was born, my father called Mr. Einstein, now well into his 90s, and asked if he could meet his new wife and child. Mr. Einstein agreed but said that, in view of his age, my father would have to come to him. My father writes:

"The journey was long and complicated. His home, by car, was fully twenty minutes away. I drove in tears as I realized what he had done. He had walked for an hour to my home so that I would not have to be alone each morning. ... By the simplest of gestures, the act of caring, he took a frightened child and he led him with confidence and with faith back into life."

Say what you will about the evolutionary origins of altruism, or the way everyone is essentially selfish. There are transcendent and sacred possibilities in human beings. My father is gone now, but Mr. Einstein's walk continues to usher many of us along our journey.