I Took the Suitcase full of Bricks
Two men carrying 2 suitcases walked into a hotel.
One suitcase was full of diamonds, the other was full of bricks.
The men left their suitcases at the front desk and went to their rooms. When the bellhop arrived at the room of the diamond merchant carrying a suitcase, he was drenched with sweat and huffing and puffing from exertion.
“I don’t know what you got in here, sir. But it weighs a ton! You better give me a very nice tip!”
“If the suitcase was so heavy,” the man informed him, “you must have brought me the wrong suitcase.”
I was thinking of this story from the Dubner Maggid earlier this week when I paid a visit to the grave of Henny Machlis zt”l. This story, I think, captures Henny greatness. Her suitcase was so incredibly heavy– 14 kids, hundreds of Shabbat guests, not to mention the regular and potentially overwhelming responsibilities that all of us Jewish mothers face. But she knew that she was carrying a suitcase full of diamonds. And that knowledge enabled her to live her life with remarkable joy, enthusiasm, and sense of mission.
On a fairly regular basis, I, on the other hand, feel like that bellhop who took suitcase full of bricks.
So at Henny’s grave this week I prayed to Hashem to open my eyes, as Henny did every day, and really see the contents of my suitcase:
This Jewish life full of so much light and Torah
in Yerushalayim, Ihr HaKodesh!
Please Hashem, I prayed, help me to see, like Henny did, that my suitcase is full of diamonds, 24 karat.
Heavy but happy at the same time.