“I’ll be happy to be out of this hospital,” I said. “I walked around a little today and saw the people on the street outside.” My father looked at me and didn’t say anything. “I wish I was outside now,” I said. “I envy them being able to walk around like that. They don’t know how lucky they are.” “No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate,” my father said quietly. “That is the way the world is.” “It’ll be good to be home again. At least I won’t have to spend a Shabbat here.” “We’ll have a nice Shabbat together,” my father said.
