THE BLESSING OF SHABBOS
“Yaakov, please stay home a bit. Give half an hour to the children. They haven’t seen you all day,” his wife pleaded. But Yaakov, the keys to his taxi in his hand was heading out the door. Moments before the door closed behind him, he said in frustration, “How can you expect me to stay at home? Don’t you know the situation? We are deep in debt! I must use every minute I have to work.”