"T here’s someone on the phone for you” my son Naftali told my wife one fine day. Naftali was 23 and had recently returned from yeshivah in Eretz Yisrael. He had never been a top student but after returning home he had become increasingly passive and listless. First he stopped attending yeshivah. Then he took a job but was fired for poor performance. He seemed stuck. Aimless.