Dearest most wonderful friends, who have changed my life in so many ways, I want to share a song. A song inspired by one of of my newest friends, a beautiful, shining, wonderful neshama, eidel and refined, who has recently started this journey to true and lasting freedom.

(TTTO Al HaTzaddikim)
For years he fought and struggled, just barely survived,
No one knew of his pain and his travails
,He just kept on fighting, kept his hopes alive,
Time and again he tried, but he just failed

Many years passed in this way, he made up his mind,
This is just who I'll be, there's no changing now,
He stoned himself, uncaring, what his life will find,
Ignored his pain so searing, tears not allowed

Al HaTzaddikim, to be righteous and devout,
Is but a dream I cannot realize, I just stumble and fall,
Al HaChassidim, I can't be holy or pure,
Oh, Hashem, you know the burden, that I cannot carry at all

From time to time he thought, perhaps, maybe things have changed,
He let his heart feel some hope and dream,
I think I have my things in place, my life is all arranged,
The future's so bright, so it it seems

Very soon thereafter a challenge would appear,
He'd slip right back  into the endless dark abyss,
Broken, shattered, he would feel, it's like I always feared,
The only life I know, this is what it is

Al HaTzaddikim, to be righteous and devout,
Is but a dream that I cannot realize, I just stumble and fall,
Al HaChassidim, I can't be holy or pure,
Oh, Hashem, you know the burden, that I cannot carry at all

How many times I fell right through, there's no way I can count,
There's no change for me to anticipate,
My destiny is to be this way, there's no help to be found,
Anything or anyone is too little, too late

Then one day an ad he saw, part of him did scorn,
Was there any truth to what it claimed,
But his heart yearned to be free, to grow and be reborn,
And his soul began to fan the hidden flame

Al HaTzaddikim, to be righteous and devout,
Is that a dream that I can realize, or will I stumble and fall?
Al HaChassidim, can I  be holy and pure?
Hashem you know the burden, that I cannot carry it at all

It started with a few short texts, perhaps this was the way,
To talk, it seemed too hard, I'm too ashamed,
Gently cajoling, encouraging, finally came the day,
Strengthened himself, made the call, his neshama was aflame

He listened and he asked, found it hard to share at first,
Would he really care and accept me as I am,
Listening, incredulous, and then the dam did burst,
Tears washed his soul, pristine, as he finally took a stand

Al Hatzaddikim, I can be righteous and devout,
I have friends who will stand by me if I stumble and fall,
Al HaChassidim, Yes I can be holy and pure,
Hashem, you help carry my burden, you  stand right by us all

Al HaTzaddikim, it been a few  weeks since,
A bright new light fills the world, as a neshama starts to soar,
Al HaChassidim, he lets his heart feel the joy,
As he begins his new way journey, growing more and more,

Al HaTzaddikim, I can be righteous and devout,
I took a stand and did my best, Hashem I made that call,
Al HaChassidim, I know You're proud of me,
And I know that I'll continue, you'll be proud of me doing my all


Dearest friends, little compares to the beauty of watching a neshama soar, of seeing a guy in real time discover a whole new world, of watching a beautiful neshama discover that there really is a way to change, that many have already, and watching real hope fill his being, and then he spreads his wings and starts flying. Inspirational doesn't begin to describe it.