So I came home today, and then started to get ready to eat supper.
And then I remembered that I already ate supper earlier before I came home. And good thing I remembered, because we were having milchigs, and I had had fleishigs. I wasn’t even hungry–just that I thought it was time for me to eat so I was going to.
What a tzaddik! Not too many people are on that madreigah to only eat l’shem shomayim, to have strength for avodas Hashem. Most of us eat ’cause we’re hungry.
I can’t say I have ever forgotten that I ate a meal unless it was a quick and light meal more resembling a snack. You just inspired me with a thread idea. Now if only I could find a needle…snort.