Many years ago, while traveling in Poland, I visited the humble abode of a renowned rabbi known for his great wisdom. The single room in which he lived was filled with books. Other than that, he had nothing except a single table and a bench.
Rabbi, I asked,
where is your furniture?
Where is yours?, he then wanted to know.
Mine?, I responded, puzzled.
But I'm just passing through.
So am I.
We're not here to save the world. But have you considered the possibility of saving a life?