A $50 Mistake that Cost Too Much (Tisha B'Av)

an incredible story which I want to mention over here on tishabove because it is so appropriate for the day. There's a person who works on repud which means fab fabric inside of cars and motorcycles to go ahead and refurbish it to help out help people when it gets ripped. He was in the store without any work in front of him. When enrolled at one of the most expensive motorcycles that are in Erit Israel, one that's worth a few tens of thousands of shekel that are required to buy it is a very highclass motorcycle with a ripped chair. The the moshab, the place that the person sits, it was ripped. The fabric was ripped. So the person asked him, "How much would it cost to fix this?" The 18-year-old who was who was uh rolling in his motorcycle asked him how much would it cost to fix this. He looked at one two over and he said 150 shekel. 50 bucks. 150 shekels. That's what he told him. Then and there the person looked at the chair. He looked at the man and he started balling and crying. He started tearing from from head to toe. And the person was bewildered. Was the price too expensive? I don't think I I'm not considered one of the more expensive. you want me to give you a discount? Is that what's going on? So immediately the person told him an unbelievable story. He said, I was parked with me and a couple other friends by a cafe, my motorcycle together with them. I worked to borrow this motorcycle for years almost six, seven years until I was 17, 18 years old. Seven or eight years of working, of ca of waitering and this just to be able to get my dream motorcycle. This is my dream that I've been working at for my whole life. I finally bought it and we were parked by a cafe, me and two other of my friends with our motorcycles over there came by three, you know, uh, hooligans that were passing by in the street and they started with they took out a Swiss Army knife and started ripping people's chairs of all the motorcycles that were parked there. They were running through very quickly and going ahead and ripping open the chairs of the the different motorcycles that passed by, including mine and my friends that they passed by. We saw them cuz we were sitting outside of the cafe. And we got up. There were three of us and it was three of them. And we started chasing after them. We chased after them and they ran like wildfire. We were chasing and chasing. They split into two and we also split into two. I was chasing after one. and he was chasing and we were going at them. Finally, I got close enough to try to be able to reach one of them as I was chasing them. I took my helmet that was I was holding in my hand and I hid it over him on the head. I hid his head over I basically almost tossed it on his head and threw it on top of him in order just to be able to damage him because I was so upset at him doing this. This is my prize motorcycle that I have. Well, guess what? [snorts] The person collapsed on the floor, was immediately taken to the hospital. And while he was there, they had an upgrade. They checked him up up and down. He almost died, but he came out alive. He did survive. I hit him right in the mo. I heard him in a spot in the brain, which was very subtle, obviously. And he survived, but he was claimed to be in a wheelchair for life. He will never be able to walk again. I hit him in this place which directly went down to his spine and his legs. He will never be able to walk again for the rest of his life. And I was a broken person. I was taken to jail. I've been in jail for a little while and I was eventually I was able to get out. Something like this deserves a certain amount of time. And for whatever reason, he ended up getting out of jail after a certain amount of time. Especially since they knew how broken a person I am. I'm a broken person. I haven't been able to live since that day of the moment. And I suddenly realize now as I come to you that they did that only for 150 shekele for $50. I'm willing to sell my whole entire life. I destroyed someone else's life for $50. That's when we talk about how we do it for free. What are we willing to sell for 150 shekel for $50? What are we willing to give up for just a little bit of money? How many relationships have I destroyed? How many family members am I not talking to? How many difficulties have I have had with my boss or my co-workers or the person who I'm in competition with? How many people have I spoken lashar about? How many times have I had it in with the rabbi or with someone else because of for really nothing. I didn't get anything out of it. In the end of the day, this person is sitting Shiva for the rest of his life because he thought something crazy happened. Someone took advantage of him and ripped his seat. Someone did something and he affected his property. It wasn't nice and he wasn't right. The person wasn't appropriate. But in the end of the day, who's the one that loses? Who's the one that gains from all of this? The sinner has to stop. And the way that the sinner stops is when we start realizing it really, really is. It's for nothing. It's for a few pennies. Everything eventually gets blown over. It's time to start being mo. It's time to start acting for au. And let me tell you, this is something I feel all the time. I'll finish when when we have our children. If I ask you one thing that you think you love most when you see in your children, I believe most people, especially when they're older, will say you love to see when your children are all friends with each other. They're calling each other, helping each other out. They're giving they're helping each other out for Shabas. When they're stuck in this, it's just not nothing more gmach. Anyone who has married children knows exactly what I'm talking about. Especially, but even when they're younger, when you see them playing and having a good time together and they're laughing with each other or watching together, playing a game together, or like I said, when they have their own houses, but each one is going ahead and doing their best. One gives birth, the other one's there to give them food. It's just there's something that brings tears to your eyes. There's no bigger sim than when you see your children, each one backing up. I personally feel it. I see it with my children. I love it. I I it's it's something that you could just, you know, lick your jaws with. It's just so incredible when that happens. Think about tishabove is one day when we stop and we start thinking about Tati and him up above. He's crying because we're busy beating each other up. Don't you realize that's also my sister? Don't you realize that's also your brother? Don't you realize these are all my children? I hate seeing you guys fight. I hate seeing the bickering. I can't handle it. KJ Baru is having a difficult time watching us. And you want him to come back down and live in the same house with us. You want us to all hang out in the same house to us? KJ Baru can't can can't can that's that's not he's disinterested. That's not what I'm interested in doing. When I see all the siblings enjoying each other's company, scratching each other's back, everyone's going helping each other out, realizing that you're realizing that each one loves the other one. So then automatically we have a basd automatically a kbar who comes to live together with us. He doesn't have to run away up to shamim and stay away from us. If we realize the lesson of this motorcycle guy who [snorts] just went ahead and see how slow are the effects of our actions. Are we going ahead and looking to the ramifications of what I'm doing? A little bit spoke about in the in the tish burst of inspiration. Are we looking at the extent of what I'm doing or am I selling myself short for 150 shekel? Am I making everything out? When we make this pact, when we make this change will come to live together with us in a house together and aba and everybody else together as one big happy family.