In conversation with a  Shliach in a small city, the Shliach burst out in heavy sobs.  

He had just hugged and parted with a Mekurav who was moving that day.

A Shul goer, someone who came to classes, a Yid who the Shliach got close to over the years.

Tears of pain. The pain of "will I ever build a community?"

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