On a recent visit to the doctor's office, the nurse asked me if I have recently felt depressed or hopeless. I paused and pondered the impact that developments in both Jerusalem and Washington have had on me. The nurse noticed my hesitation and said, "Oh, it's routine, sir. We are required to ask every patient about their emotional state." I had to think. How do you honestly reply without being sent to the psychiatric ward… Well, I said, "Hopeless? No, definitely not hopeless."
It's not hopeless. Not at all. Had I thought it was hopeless, I would have found something else to do.
Particularly today, perhaps more than any other day on the calendar, it’s important to keep this sense of proportions.