{"id":7704,"date":"2026-10-21T12:04:29","date_gmt":"2026-10-21T16:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/?p=7704"},"modified":"2026-10-21T12:04:29","modified_gmt":"2026-10-21T16:04:29","slug":"elchanan-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/elchanan-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Elchanan part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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\u201cThese are the tools I gave you,\u201d says the Creator to the created at the end of his \u2019workday\u2019. \u201cWhat did you do with them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some receive bright, shiny state of the art tools. Others receive a  bent screwdriver. Some tools are received in later years.  Others are removed.  Often the walls of Ezer Mizion gasp in wonder and admiration as they watch how those who were given an inferior set use it to grow to the heavens during their \u2018workday\u2019 aka Life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who is taking whom? A passerby may wonder as 5-year-old Elchanon\u00a0 cautions his blind father at the curb, \u201cBe careful, Tatte.(Daddy) Don\u2019t fall.\u201d\u00a0 Elchanan understood what the word \u2018blind\u2019 means.. He also understood what half-blind means. His mother was half-blind. And he also knew that his mommy and tatte were the best parents in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who were the pair, the father walking so purposely across town, the child cavorting as five year old little boys are wont to do? The unseeing  father was bringing his precious child to the clinic for treatment. He was the hero of the treatment center.  Such a small child who stoically bore the scary needles with not even a whimper escaping his lips. \u201cOf course, i don\u2019t cry,\u201d the child thought to himself. \u201cI\u2019m five years old.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 But the treatment soon came to an end when it  negatively affected his tiny body.  He began sleeping through the day, little more than  a vegetable. His days were limited, the parents were told. \u201cIf he will die soon, let his last days be with me,\u201d word`s that could only come from the lips of a devoted mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so the days turned into months. Many months. The parents did not stop praying.\u00a0 It was two years later when\u00a0 the father brought his seemingly healthy child to\u00a0 the clinic.\u00a0 \u201cThe father is blind. He probably brought the wrong child, \u201cthe doctor whispered to a colleague.\u00a0 But it was soon ascertained that it was the same child. \u201cHow did this happen??!! Which doctor did you go to? How can I reach him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow can you reach him? He is the creator of the world and can be reached anytime you call out to Him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A healthy little boy. His life once again revolved about his cheder (school). Smiles and tears depended on test grades, a ballgame at recess, a favorite sack forgotten at home. Until four years later, when a knock on his classroom door catapulted him into a new world. A funeral. His father\u2019s. Orphanhood .\u00a0 No longer a child, he made a conscious decision. His father could see now. He could see him. He would do his best to make proud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he did. Bais Medrash (post high school) found him in a prestigious yeshiva, waving his thumb as he and his chavrusa(study partner) tried to understand the sugya.(current topic) Suddenly the letters of the g\u2019morrah (Talmud)began to sway. They were flying every which way.\u00a0 Panic. The ghosts of his childhood seemed to join the letters taunting him as they danced across the pages of his g\u2019morah, the pages of his life. \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d\u00a0 his chavrusa called out through the fog that now engulfed every fiber of his being. \u201cYou probably just need glasses.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be continued<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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