My wife died this past September. We were married for 59 years. I survived three heart attacks, but losing Alla was unbearable. I laid my feet down, never intending to use them again. I had given up.
Then one day a few teens from our community came knocking on my door. “We haven’t seen you in a while,” they said, with bright smiles on their faces. “You’re needed for the Minyan (prayer service).” I couldn’t turn them down, and it ended up saving my life.
Until recently, we never saw teens attending programs in our synagogue. I’m so happy that has changed. The youth are our future.
– Jewish Community of Rostov, Russia
Source: Souls on the DonTagged with: Minyan, Prayer, Rostov, Russia