A short story about the bike riding Rabbi

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Rabbi Anton Grexsnev, used to love to ride his old pushbike around his village, stopping to chat with anybody, who seemed troubled by something. One such day, he was riding along, and he saw an old man, seated under a large tree, looking rather glum. He cycled over to the man, got off of his bicycle, and he sat down next to the man. "What troubles you, my friend?" he asked him. The man replied, "Well, if you must ask, I have lost all interest in a life without meaning to it." The Rabbi, simply pointed at his bicycle. "Does that bicycle contain meaning, or by riding it, do I give it its meaning?" "It is the same with life, my friend." "Life has no meaning, unless we put our own meaning into it, using it in a meaningful way, to assist us to ride through life, as that bicycle does for me too." "Come, on my friend, and ride with me for a while." And so, the Rabbi, donkeyed the man around all day on his bike. Not an easy task, for the older man, as the Rabbi, was now in his late 60's too, but he achieved it, and by the end of the day, they ended up in the Rabbi's abodes, and the Rabbi's wife made a nice meal for them both. The man left after the meal, thanking the Rabbi for his kindness. "I have come to agree with you, my friend," he said. "Meaning comes forth when we push meaning along in our lives, as you have done with me all day today too". "Sometimes we have to push hard ourselves; sometimes another person, such as you have done here for me, helps us to push meaning into our lives too." The Rabbi smiled, as the man left. "A tear in the mind ends with a smile in the heart," he thought to himself. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com The Rabbi helped the man up, and they sat on the nearby seat, and chatted.