‘Need’ is a deviously simple word to translate. In the last few months, we have discovered that its translation is certainly not all that obvious.

What is ‘essential’?

Despite the many things we thought we simply could not survive without; we have managed famously and are still here to tell the tale.

The world-renowned Chazzan, Yitzchok Meir Helfgot, whose mellifluous voice resonates with the sweet music of the angels, is recovering from a difficult bout of COVID-19. He retold the apocryphal story of a man who after being released from a long stay in the hospital on a ventilator, was presented with a huge itemized bill for services rendered and began to cry. He explained that he was not crying over the bill, but rather over his newly gained appreciation for the priceless ability to fill one’s lungs with air, that he too often took for granted.

If you have spoken to people who have suffered this illness and recovered, you will hear how they all express unparalleled joy over the ability to just breath freely once again.

The great Rosh HaYeshiva, Rav Yitzchok Hutner, observed that generally when we are deficient in the essentials of life, we experience the pain of lack. Yet, when we possess those essentials, we do not feel particularly happy. 

Soda, for many, is something we have become accustomed to, and if it is missing at a meal is discomforting. When it is there, though we enjoy it, we do not break out into a jig.

With luxuries it is just the opposite.  In the absence of them we do not experience any anguish. Yet, when we merit them, they bring us much joy.

An expensive car is a luxury. We do not suffer if we just drive a Ford. But one who buys a Tesla, wears a brighter smile.

According to this axiom, then the lack of oxygen, an essential component of life, should be torturous when missing, and not necessarily bring us joy when it returns.

The answer is evident. It is the one exception. Oxygen is life itself.  When we are in danger of losing our life, we sense great torment.  When we are brought back from the brink to live once again, we are of course jubilant.

There is no greater joy than to be alive.

He continued to explain a prayer we recite each night, that remarkably expresses this sentiment.

ונשמח בדברי תלמוד תורתך ובמצותיך לעולם ועד כי הם חיינו ואורך ימינו... 

and we will rejoice with the words of the study of Torah, and with your commandments forever, for they are our life and the length of our days..

Here too, we ‘exult’ over the study of Torah and the performing of Mitzvos, for they are our ‘life’. They are unequivocally essential for living; without it we do not exist.

Without it, we are bereft and lost.  With it, we experience the epitome of happiness itself. 

Is it a necessity? Certainly! Then why the joy?

The reason is because Torah is the elixir of life - it is life itself. 

In a recent article in Ami magazine, Rivki Cherrick, shared an anecdote regarding her grandfather, Bill Cherrick, who was stricken at the age of three with the Spanish Influenza, during the pandemic of 1918. 

The doctor, who made a house call on a Friday night to examine the extremely sick child, declared there was nothing he could do. Noticing the Shabbos candles, he commented, how obviously being religious people, they should turn to their only hope - G-d.

They added a name to the child and prayed fervently. His mother pledged that if Bill survives, she will enroll him in cheder at the age of four, a year earlier than common practice.

He recovered.

The melamed at first hesitated, but eventually consented after hearing of the mother’s promise, taking the boy under his tutelage, continuing to learn with him through his teenage years as well.

Bill Cherrick, and his wife, became legendary pillars of the Orthodox Jewish community in St. Louis, Missouri, raising generations of Torah observant Jews.

In these unusual times we have learned to value many of those simple things, like breathing, that we usually overlook. Our entire perspective has shifted in appreciating items that are critical and putting into proper perspective matters that are inconsequential for our happiness.

But, as we head towards the day of the giving of Torah, we must realize as well, that even the faculty to breath, is only essential as much as it powers lungs filled with the oxygen of Torah and good deeds as well.

Bill’s mother acutely understood, that if we are fortunate to merit life, that breath of life can be deemed essential, only if the oxygen becomes enriched with Torah and Mitzvos.

The single heroic act of a Yiddeshe Momma, who instinctively fathomed what is the life force of the universe, continues to supply the vital nutrients that ensure the continuity of her generations.

Will our future generations look back upon us fondly, knowing that we lived ‘essential’ lives, that guaranteed their very existence?

May we accept once again, the source of all life, with an extra fervor and a stronger commitment.

Who knows how far reaching the effects of that life-giving force will travel?

for they are our life and the length of our days...

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