– May I tell you a story?
– Please…
– For generations, the men of my family have been rabbis in Israel before that in Europe, it was to be my calling. I was quite a prodigy. I was the "pride" of my Yeshiva. The elders said I had a forty year old understanding of the Midrash. By the time I was twelve by the time I was thirteen I knew I could never be a rabbi.
– Why not?
– Because for all I understood of the "Talmud", I never saw God there...
– You couldn't lie to yourself.
– I tried. Tried like crazy. I mean, people were counting on me.
– You have a respectable profession.
– Not to my family my parents were devastated, destroyed by my decision my father sent me away to New York to live with distant cousins I eventually found my place, my life's work…
– What then?
– I amerced myself fully, I studied everything I could about the law I felt deeply inside that it was what I was born to do.
– Did your parents get over it?
– No, I always hoped that I would find some way to change their mind, but they were inconsolable, my father never spoke to me again.
– If you had it to do all over again, knowing what would happen, would you make the same choice?..
– What choice?... The last thing I took away from the yeshiva is this... We can't run from who we are. Our destiny chooses us.