A Falafel Between Brothers

I want to share with you a story that I heard today from a very very good friend of France. He was on a train to had a bunch of meetings and the meeting is over. You pack to train back. Then he gets a phone call says listen we got to continue the meeting. See what are you starting? So he gets off the train. He finds the falafel shop grabs some falafel and now he doesn't know what to do. Like he's embarrassed to eat it on the train in front of everybody. He looks for a quiet drink and he sits down and there's two guys that are not religious to the cross and he pulls out his uh falafel and he sees that they're like giving him like kind of dirty looks. What are you doing? Wait wait wait wait until you get home or something. Anyways he you know he eats and one of them tells him. So he says back, I wish I knew this. Such a nice guy like you would wish me how I would bought you a falafel. You know what? He says, "At least take my uh pickle." So smooing back forth after like a little while they start getting close to your slime. 35year-old gets up. He says, "Listen, my dad and I were on the way to protest against the but I have to tell you I've never spoken in my life to never in my life." So right now we decided we're taking the train back to Tel going back to we're not we're not going to just say a nice word to to encourage another person be to remember that we're not we're one. We're all brothers. We're all yidden. We're hoping that everybody becomes maturive. Everybody gets a little bit better.