I have been the undeserving recipient of far too many chasadim throughout my life from too many people to even begin figuring out which was the biggest?
Should it be my mother who put up with me when I was an impossible, incorrigible teen?
Should it be the people who took my sister and I in when my mother spent the majority of several years in-and-out of the hospital recovering from numerous physical ailments?
Should it be the fathers of my friends who, seeing that I was growing up without a frum, male role model, made sure to look out for me in when I was growing up?
Should it be the people who provided money to me when I was short on cash?
Should it be the family who continually puts up with me to this day?
Should it be the friends who, for some unfathomable reason, stand by me even when I am impossible?
Should it be the schools that basically allowed me to attend tuition free for years on end because my mother was disabled and unable to work?
In short, the task is too great and to begin figuring it out would be an insult to whoever’s chesed wasn’t chosen. I may be dumb and inconsiderate, but I’m not completely ungrateful.
The Wolf