The Beginning of the End

The young American man lugged his bags over to the car. He looked around at the empty resort. The bus had left long ago. They were the last ones to remain. He took one last look at his surroundings. It would be the last time he’d see this place.

The last time.

The last zman

He got himself situated in the car. Pesach was smooth and quick. Too quick. He had met more new people, even got himself booked for an interview on a radio show. But it was all too fast. The end of Pesach marked the transition to from chapter five to chapter six. It was the time to get his ducks in a row. He had secured the job working in his old yeshiva in NY. He had been preparing for smicha learning. And then there was his next and final big ambition; and he was already slowly forming his team for that as well.

Coming to this country was the best decision he ever made. He had gathered more in this far-away land than he could ever had hoped. Grown more than he could ever had guessed. But all that was meant to carry him back from whence he came. It was all meant to be used and spread in his humble desert home.

Pesach

The beginning of the end

The end

Of The Unconventional Bochur