When the bodega cashier says a sandwich and fruit costs $10-something, but $32 and change shows up on my credit card statement, it’s hard to be a trusting soul.
When illness and death fell people long before what might reasonably be considered their time, it’s hard to be a trusting soul.
When slogging through days surrounded by heartless nastiness, it’s hard to be a trusting soul.
What does it take to maintain a reasonable balance between being a trusting soul and being a sucker?
Is there an equilibrium that exists between fool and trusting soul?
Although I keep looking for that balance, it seems to keep alluding me.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima, this #BlogElul post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Elul, which precedes the Jewish High Holidays and traditionally serves as a time of reflection and spiritual preparation for the new year.
