Human Being, The

"Go to the craftsman who made me," said the man, "and say to him: How ugly is the vessel which you have made!"

“It’s just not the same anymore without him . . .” She bows her head. I nod in agreement, but inside I’m singing.

Why must everything be so difficult? Couldn't G-d have designed our lives so that we wouldn't need to encounter disappointments, challenges and toil every step of the way?

For most of my life, I never saw crying as an expected, positive, and even necessary part of life—not to mention something one would ever do in front of other people. I always thought crying was, well, shameful. At best, a sign of weakness and ...

“I knew,” the Rebbe said, “that there must be something in me that could relate to his situation . . .”

"You are a spy for Russia!" thundered Napoleon, and placed his hand upon my chest to feel the pounding heart of a man exposed

The Rebbe's encounter with a group of disabled Israeli war heroes

Once upon a time in a small city in Midwestern America, there lived a very kindly and generous rabbi named Rabbi Shmotkin

The sole method we had for giving blood was a direct transfusion from one person to another.

Like any small town, Safed has a few professional beggars. None of them are drunkards, thank G-d, or homeless, G-d forbid. They just beg for a living