Nochum is gone.
Can it really be? We always thought that Nochum would pull out of it somehow. We hoped that his doctors would find a cure for the horrible mysterious illness that robbed Nochum of his ability to walk, then sit, and, ultimately, even breathe. We knew that things would work out for the best. He would defy the odds. It would be a long recovery, but things would be okay. And who could blame us?
As the school year is set to begin, a question that has often come to mind gnaws at me once more. I imagine that those in my age bracket share the same question: What was the secret of past generations? Why was it that with less limud haTorah, less attention to chinuch detail, less hands-on parenting, there were so many fewer problems in our society? Less confusion. Less struggle. Fewer kids off the derech. Why were the products of our generation so positive for the most part? And what can we do to change things?