Welcome home, Hebrew

Have you ever thought about the question: Who am I and why am I here? Since I was seven years old I have been asking: who am I? and why am I here? You may have to search in all the wrong places till you come to yourself. After trying to justify my existence from being the best I could be in sports, to being the best in sales, to being the best in other vanities — the older I become, the less the worldly things matter.

As the story goes, a farmer left his small farm to search the world for riches and fame. He was gone for forty-five years. He came home broke and alone, to his farm, to die. He noticed the hard black rock that had been placed on the fireplace mantel by his grandfather, found in the creek behind the old farmhouse. Being broke, the farmer hoped he might find someone in town who would give something for that old black rock.

Walking into town, he happened to pass his old friend who was now the rabbi. As the farmer told the story of his search for riches and fame and his return home to rest, the rabbi asked to see the rock. He paused for several moments, then said, "My great-grandfather was a diamond cutter in the old country, and this is a diamond in the rough."

What we want to do is help you find the diamond that is in your heart. It may be in the rough, but there are many wonderful diamond cutters who will help you chip away and unravel that scroll — the one written on our hearts.