It’s a Beautiful Life is a silent film about a father and son going thru the Holocaust. The father pretends to be taking his son on a trip and tries to make the entire “gruesome” journey into a game. (I have not seen it, so forgive me if my synopsis is inaccurate).
In todays generation we face a new war. According to Rav Matisyahu Soloman, he said that todays cancer is the Holocaust of our time. B”H we are fortunate today to have an army of family, friends, doctors, nurses on our side to fight this war. We are reminded during our visits to the hospital of the Holocaust every time Benny gets a treatment. Before transfusions or chemo are administered, the nurses read the numbers on Benny’s wrist/ankle band to match the medication with the right patient. B”H this band of identification is only on temporary and is able to be removed once he is discharged. B”H these medications (side effects and all) are given to help save a Neshama (soul) not extinguish. Another reminder of the Holocaust is the room without a view. The room actually faces an exhaust pipe the spews smoke or some kind of exhaust . I try not too let my imagination get the worst of me. Instead I try and envision the smoke of a choo choo train as it goes around the train tracks at the park.
Then there are those most incredible times when we outright see the Hand of Hashem reaching out to us, either thru a doctor whose name is “Hashem,” or picture of an eagle about the hospital bed. For some reason it is easier to see the Hand of Hashem in the hospital than outside. Maybe because the distractions outside are too great.
I received an email this evening about the near possibility of a world war. Perhaps Hashem has given us a warning to cry, with all the illnesses and other inexplainable events that are occurring, to later spare us the pain of war. IY”H let our Tefillos be heard and accepted so that we are spared of any pain. Let it be that we have armored ourselves with shields built from Tefillos, Zechusim and tears. Let it be that the enemy surrender even before they wage its war knowing that they don’t have a chance.
May it be all the cries we cried for Benny and all the Cholim we know faced with this horrific plague be felt and heard. May the tears be one of joy and simcha as we celebrate the Geula (Redemption) in our days.