It is Monday Morning and I am in Torrey Utah with my son and two good friends…

It is Monday Morning and I am in Torrey Utah with my son and two good friends. My son Yair is nineteen. He takes my breath away.
His depth of commitment to Mitzvah, {Commandment, Hebrew Spiritual Practice}, his raw goodness, his sophisticated understanding of human complexity and his fierce dedication to a life of integrity, all take my breath away.

I do not quite know when he grew up. It is strange to watch him drive. To hear him talk about his future. And I am filled with gratitude to God, who ways are mystery, for watching over Yair and guiding him. Yair is studying in Yeshiva preparing for the Army.

I spoke to Yair’s brother the other day. Right before Yair came to America. Eytan. The “famous” Eytan that some people know from the semi-mythic story about him and every child and father, the Soul Print box story, in the first chapter of my book Soul Prints. Eytan is twenty. He like Yair is simply a gorgeous human being. His heart is open and loving. His commitment and his integrity, strong and directed. I called him and found him in a bunker outside of the Gaza strip in Israel. He is the commander of small elite group of Israeli commandos whose job it is to keep Israel safe. The words barely make sense to me. I cannot make out their meaning. Eytan, little Eytan is what …
He is humanly responsible for the lives of 16 soldiers, and for the fulfillment of the most complex and awesome holy missions for the safety of the State of Israel.

How could it be? When did he grow up? Oh my God! Oh my God!

Thank You..Thank You..Thank You..Thank You..Thank You..!!