Approximately seven years ago. My friend Gavriel started writing a weekly Dvar Torah. I'm not sure what prompted me to follow, but I remember having an overwhelming feeling to do so. From that week onward, I wrote and shared words of the Torah in preparation for every shabbos. Whether it was high school, Yeshiva in Morristown, or even during work, I kept up my commitment to send out something on the Parsha.
Last year around this time, for whatever reasons, I stopped. During the first bit, I convinced myself that I could always get back to it if I want to. When thinking about it, one may ask, "why would you even try starting again?" "It's been a year; no one would judge you."
A few weeks ago, right before Purim, I met an extraordinary person named Grandma Carole. Grandma Carole realized that she would be spending Purim alone. Bhashgacha Pratis, I saw the message, and we went to meet grandma Carole and share some Simcha with her. Since then, we have kept in touch, and I do my best to call her every Friday right before Shabbos.
Last week as I was getting ready for Shabbos, I realized that if I have the energy to prepare a thought on the Parsha to tell Grandma Carole, I have no excuse not to write anything here. Since I don't know what the future holds, and I don't want to make promises. I will do my best to restart this project and, hopefully, make a difference in this world!
Thank you for your patience and support.
All the best
Avroham Yehudah Ross