Personal Ohel Experiences

I tried to let go of my expectations. I would allow this visit to be whatever it was meant to be.

I had decided to visit the Ohel, the Rebbe’s gravesite in Queens, N.Y., a place I hadn’t been in more than 16 years and a place I actually thought I wouldn’t ever be again.

I was overjoyed by the boy’s suggestions and felt moved that one could still have the opportunity to write to the Rebbe today.

I would like to share a story with you which, had it not happened to me, I would have never have believed ever took place.

My parents divorced, and the only letters written were to judges and mediators; the only car trips were to downtown Chicago for court dates.

Dan told me that in recent days, as images of the 9-11 attacks appeared on television again and again with the approach of the anniversary, Sasha had become even more depressed, to the point that he was suicidal.

The idea of writing a letter requesting the Rebbe's blessing – and then praying to G-d at his gravesite - seemed almost absurd. I felt I had a much bigger chance of success if I just worked on my resume and interviewing skills some more.

I began reading Psalms for perhaps the first time in my life, and immediately felt a rush of positive energy . . .