I'm visit my parent house, I see a card on the floor, so I bend down to pick it up. It's not a card it's a small picture of the Rebbe. I automatically draw the to my mouth to kiss is before I put away.....
I jerk back in amused thoughtfulness when I realized what I was about to do. I smile and think to myself, "I guess my friend was right".
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When I was at the Footsteps fundraising event, I kissed the mezuzah when I left the house. I felt like such an idiot. But old habits die hard.
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