Just today I read the story of a New York truck driver, Frank Sterling, who spent nearly nineteen years behind bars for a 1988 slaying he didn't commit. He walked free on Wednesday after DNA testing exonerated him and instead pointed to another prison inmate.
The article got me thinking. Here is a guy who spent his prime years behind bars, and all for nothing! Then suddenly one day, he is released. Is it too late for him? Surely with a history of years spent reflecting on his non-crime, with outrage and resentment as his constant companions, he was beyond hope. Could he still make it in life?
Uri R. was born in Ethiopia and arrived in Israel at three years old. At eighteen he enlisted in the IDF. During a Gaza raid in Operation Cast Lead, while standing guard as a night sentry, ten RPGs were aimed at the building his unit had occupied, one of which struck Uri himself. His friends were killed instantly. The impact of the blast threw Uri against the wall under the window of the room he was in, shielding him from further assault. As he looked up at the bullets soaring overhead, Uri took a moment to assess the damage to his person and realized his hand had been torn off, and that his leg, oozing copious amounts of blood, seemed to be hanging on by mere threads. A wave of despair crashed over him as he thought: how would he manage without a hand and a leg? It was then that Uri made a lightning decision: with all these injuries, life was simply not worth living for. He was going to commit suicide.
Raising himself to stand directly in the window’s line of fire, Uri chanced another glance at his leg. He noticed that while severely wounded, the leg was still attached and could perhaps be saved. Within ten seconds of his first, Uri promptly made his second life-altering decision. “At this very moment, I may choose to live or to die. I choose to live.” He reasoned that while the horror of losing two limbs certainly warranted his own death sentence, the loss of just the hand seemed somewhat manageable in comparison. Uri walked out alive and today talks about how happy he is with his hasty decision made during those fateful moments.
This week we celebrated the holiday of Pesach Sheini. The story goes that on the night preceding the Exodus from Egypt, the Jews were commanded to offer a sacrifice, a Pascal lamb. This presented a difficulty for some, as they were at the time ritually impure, barring them from performing that specific mitzvah in such a state. About a month later while travelling in the desert, these same Jews approached Moshe requesting the right to reoffer the Pesach sacrifice, for now they had attained ritual purity. After consulting with G-d, Moshe confirmed that they would indeed be given the opportunity to offer the sacrifice.
Pesach Sheini therefore signifies the concept of a second chance. No matter how bleak the picture looks, there’s always a way out. Many times we find ourselves locked in our own prisons of mountainous debt, relationship crises or bad judgement. But we need not wallow in a sordid cell, for Pesach Sheini represents our personal release. And although our problems may not seem as dramatic as Uri’s, we may still learn from him. When faced with possibly the toughest decision, he chose life. He chose to give it another shot. Although it rolls around only once a year, the message of this special chag is one that we should live with daily: in every error there’s an opportunity, it’s just about stepping out into that sunshine shackle-free and with a firm goal in mind.
It is never too late!
P.S. Uri R is part of a delegation of Israeli soldiers coming to Manhattan in June. For more details click here.