We treat our young neshamos like rubbish and then we want to know why children go off the derech.
We make it impossible for certain bochurim to succeed in our system and then we want to know why they get disenfranchised and frustrated and seek satisfaction elsewhere.
We all want to be elite and prestigious, so we leave bochurim hanging out to dry to ensure that we will have a sterling reputation.
We tell boys that they have to fend for themselves because they weren’t born as the velt‘s baalei kishron.
But ones perhaps lacking in the smarts that some feel are “a must” so that a reputation is not chas v’shalom tarnished by “weaker minds” whose potentials haven’t been tapped yet.
Sometimes it happens when a boy applies to a mesivta.
And sometimes it even happens when a boy is in a mesivta. It’s calling “cleaning house.”
Left hanging out to dry, like a cheap suit on a broken clothes line.
And I know.
I know firsthand.
Because one of those boys is my son.
A sweet, nice, innocent neshama who wants to excel and tries hard.
I cry each night. My wife cries each night. And we can hear my sweet bochur crying into his pillow each night.
And the Ribono Shel Olam cries with us.
And one day, those culpable for discarding my son like yesterday’s mail will be crying as they are held accountable for destroying a neshama for no reason at all.
A Broken Father
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