יומא חד הוה אזל באורחא חזייה לההוא גברא דהוה נטע חרובא אמר ליה האי עד כמה שנין טעין אמר ליה עד שבעין שנין אמר ליה פשיטא לך דחיית שבעין שנין אמר ליה האי [גברא] עלמא בחרובא אשכחתיה כי היכי דשתלי לי אבהתי שתלי נמי לבראי
One day, he was walking along the road when he saw a certain man planting a carob tree. Ḥoni said to him: This tree, after how many years will it bear fruit? The man said to him: It will not produce fruit until seventy years have passed. Ḥoni said to him: Is it obvious to you that you will live seventy years, that you expect to benefit from this tree? He said to him: That man himself found a world full of carob trees. Just as my ancestors planted for me, I too am planting for my descendants.
I’m always moved by this story. The man planting this carob tree knows that he won’t live to taste his fruits, but he does so anyway, knowing that just as previous generations planted trees for him, he has an obligation to do so for future generations.
This text makes me think of the generations of immigrants – including my ancestors – who have come to America and planted for future generations. I owe everything I have and everything I am to them, and they most definitely make our country great.