
The Sinful Aftermath – Clinging To Bad Ideas
Weeping uncontrollably, a distraught mother one day paid a frantic call to a Chassidic Rebbe. “Rebbe,” she exclaimed, “It’s my son; he’s acting really strange; I think he needs a psychiatrist!”
“What’s the matter,” inquired the Rebbe, visibly concerned.
“The matter?” cried the woman, “He’s behaving like a lowlife! He has been seen dancing with gentile women and dining on swine, SWINE! I’m telling you, he went Mishuga.