when i die

 
I picked this up from an article about the King family. 

There is an old Hasidic tale about an aged scholar named Zusya. One after the next, his students approach him, concerned that they might not be measuring up to greatness. Why, one asks him, am I not more like Jacob? Why, asks another, am I not more like Moses?

Naomi smiled as she narrated the ending: “When I die, I’m not going to be asked why I wasn’t like Moses,” Zusya tells them. “I’m going to be asked why I wasn’t like Zusya.”

No comments: