I can’t stop thinking about Jackie Mason. There is one thing that keeps replaying in my head, and it’s really frightening.
I know it’s not proper to say anything negative about a recently departed person, but I don’t mean this as criticism to him, rather as a lesson to us.
Jackie Mason had so much potential. Would you not be willing to give just about anything to get semichah from Rav Moshe Feinstein? He clearly was a brilliant Torah scholar, and he could’ve shaped the frum world had he dedicated his life to loftier ambitions.
Picture the scene yesterday, when his soul ascended and he stood before the heavenly Court. Imagine the crushing realization of the contrast between his potential and his chosen life.
Don’t we all have such regrets-waiting-to-happen, albeit hopefully on a smaller scale? Are we also going to wait until it’s too late before we fix the things we will regret?