There is a Hungarian tale I`ve always found meaningful and yet sad. It is about a little boy who always wanted his own rocking horse. (In Hungry a rocking horse was a toy that belonged to only the privileged few.)         “If only I could have a rocking horse,” he would say to himself. One day the little boy’s mother fell ill and soon passed away. “Where is my mommy, where is my mommy?” he sobbed. Then he looked out the window and saw black horses pulling a hearse to take his mommy away. “This...

         Nachman and Raizy Glauber, a"h, were killed in a horrific automobile accident. Their unborn baby survived for a short time but then joined his parents in olam haba. The tragedy shocked us all. Try to imagine for a moment their parents anxiously awaiting that joyous call ñ ìMazel Tov ñ itís a girl!î or ìItís a boy ñ Mazel Tovî! The phone did ring but it was not a ìMazel Tov.î The words they heard were beyond human imagination ñ their son, their...

        Based on the response to my recent columns, it seems the problem of parents struggling with rebellious children may be more prevalent than even the pessimists among us had assumed. As we approach Pesach, the great yom tov during which we confront the Haggadah`s four sons - one wise, one wicked, one simple and one who does not know how to ask - we need to remember that these sons are in our midst in every generation and that we invite all four to join us at the Seder...