I'm aware of an old Chasidic story which I thought I might share for no particular reason ...
I spent a short bit of time searching for the source of this tale, only to stumble upon a much different story ...
We are sometimes find ourselves wedded to our own pain yet divorced from the pain of others.
It is told that the rabbi of one particular town instructed all its inhabitants to put their troubles in a sack, and then to leave that sack in the town square. And so it was done.
Some time later, this rabbi told the inhabitants to return to the square and take whichever sack they wished.
Each returned, searched, and took the sack that he or she had left.
I spent a short bit of time searching for the source of this tale, only to stumble upon a much different story ...
We are sometimes find ourselves wedded to our own pain yet divorced from the pain of others.