Matzav Inbox: A Response Only Our Nation Could Give
Dear Matzav Inbox,
A few days ago, a Yid published a letter on Matzav titled “Hello From the Invisible Me.” It was raw, vulnerable, and painfully honest. He described feeling small, overlooked, ordinary to the point of disappearing—a man working tirelessly to support his family, doing everything right, yet sensing that he barely registers in a world that applauds only the loud, the successful, the extraordinary.
And then Klal Yisroel answered.
Fifty-six comments (as of my writing) appeared beneath his letter. I read every one of them. And with each comment, a single phrase rose in my mind and refused to let go:
Mi kiamcha Yisroel.
Not one harsh word. Not a trace of judgment. Nothing dismissive or cold. Instead, there emerged a tapestry of love, understanding, and empathy—woven by total strangers who instantly recognized his pain as their own.
Some responded with deep chizuk, reminding him that quiet perseverance is treasured in the eyes of Hashem. Others opened their hearts and shared their own struggles so he would know he wasn’t alone. Still others offered guidance, warmth, and sincere encouragement—words written with dignity, with heart, with soul.
And beyond those fifty-six comments, I have no doubt that hundreds more Yidden read his letter silently—and felt it. Felt his hurt. Felt his loneliness. Felt the urge to reach out and say, “I see you. I’ve been there too.” Even those who did not type a word were standing with him in that moment.
Because that is who we are.
We are a nation that instinctively surrounds a hurting Jew with care. A people who cannot bear to let another Yid feel invisible. In a world obsessed with the spotlight, our hearts still know how to honor the quiet man, the hardworking father, the Yid who shows up every day with no applause and no fanfare.
What other nation does this?
What other community responds to a stranger’s cry with pure achdus, pure love, pure dignity?
Mi kiamcha Yisroel is not poetry—it is reality. It is what I saw in fifty-six luminous comments and in the silent empathy of countless others.
One Yid whispered from the shadows, “I feel invisible.”
Klal Yisroel turned toward him, together, and answered:
“You are seen.
You matter.
You are one of us.”
In an increasingly fractured world, this moment reminded me of the indescribable beauty of our people.
Mi kiamcha Yisroel—truly, there is no one like us.
Proud to be Part of Klal Yisroel
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