Author: Rabbi Shmuel Reich
August 17th, 2020
Shimmy gazed off into the distance. His dark brown eyes appeared lost in the woods that are visible from my office window. His dark, calloused hands fidgeted mindlessly on the lip of my desk. Was he still with me? I wasn’t sure, but waited patiently. He finally responded.
“Nothing,” he replied, “Basically nothing. They diagnosed it because I was acting out in school, and I think it has to do with why I was always the …