The weirdest thing happened to me last Shabbos. I was sitting by the Shabbos seuda and I was telling my mother how it’s so sad that people don’t keep Shabbos that they don’t even know that they are Jewish or they don’t even know about Shabbos. Then I started crying and I couldn’t stop myself. I am not that type of person. It was like someone else was talking in me and I couldn’t stop crying. I was just thinking about how happy and proud I am to be a Jew and that it’s so sad that these people are not part of our special nation. It’s quite sad.
Anyway, since we are so special it’s so much more sad that these people don’t have what we have even though it is theirs like it is mine.