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    WHAT IF THAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID?

    We are living in a time
    of more words than
    ever before. Think
    about how many
    words we encounter
    and produce in a single
    day. Texts,
    WhatsApps, emails,
    posts, comments, voice notes, captions,
    reactions. And now with AI, we can generate
    paragraphs, articles, responses, even entire
    conversations almost instantly. We have
    never had more words available to us, and
    we have never been able to produce them
    with less effort. The danger is that when
    words become so easy to produce, they
    begin to feel cheap. We type something and
    hit send without fully thinking. We often
    react and respond before reflecting. We
    sometimes write things about people we
    would never say to their face.
    Yom Kippur comes along and reminds us
    that words aren’t cheap at all. They are
    enormously consequential and indeed create
    worlds. Usually, we are encouraged to live
    by the dictum of Chazal in Pirkei Avos, אמור
    הרבה ועשה מעט, say little and do much. On
    Yom Kippur, strangely, we reverse it. We do
    very little and say an enormous amount. We
    aren’t out there taking action to demonstrate
    our transformation. We are in Shul davening
    and davening and davening, talking about
    our regret, confessing our mistakes,
    describing who we have been and who we
    want to become.
    And remarkably, so much of what we
    confess is about speech itself. In Ashamnu
    and in Al Cheit, we confess for what we
    expressed with our lips, for foolish speech,
    impure speech, lashon hara, mockery, idle
    conversation and gossip. So much of what
    went wrong this past year came from our
    mouths.
    And what is fascinating is that we made
    mistakes with speech and we fix them with
    speech. The Torah tells us, אליך קרוב כי
    this For “,הדבר מאד בפיך ובלבבך לעשותו
    matter is very close to you, in your mouth
    and in your heart, to perform it.” The
    Ramban asks, what is the davar that is so
    close to us? He explains that the Torah is
    talking about teshuvah. Transformation isn’t
    somewhere far away. We don’t need to
    become different people, move somewhere
    else, or wait for some dramatic moment of
    inspiration. It is accessible right now, and it
    begins בפיך, in your mouth. The path back
    must begin with saying what happened,
    admit it, and articulate responsibility. Say
    what you regret and say what you are going
    to do about it.
    That is why teshuvah requires vidui. The
    Gemara in Yoma asks, how does a person
    confess? And the answer begins, אומר, he
    t’isn It .אנא ה‘ חטאתי עויתי פשעתי :says

    enough to know we did something wrong. It
    isn’t even enough to feel badly about it. We
    have to say it. Indeed, the Shulchan Aruch
    tells us that even though we already
    confessed before Yom Kippur, we confess
    again on Yom Kippur itself, and then again
    and again throughout the day. The repetition
    isn’t because we forgot that we already said
    it. It is because there is something
    transformative about articulating who we
    were and who we want to become.
    The Navi Hoshea says, דברים עמכם קחו
    ה אל ושובו‘, take words with you and return
    to Hashem. Chazal say, ?ישראל יתכפר במה
    בדברים. With what will the Jewish people
    achieve atonement? With words. But that
    sounds almost too easy. Isn’t that exactly
    what we call lip service? You behaved one
    way and now you say some words and
    everything changes?
    I think the answer is contained in the Hebrew
    language itself. דברים means things, while
    דיבור means speech. The same root describes
    the words we say and the things that exist.
    That isn’t coincidental. When we speak, we
    create things. Dibur creates devarim. Words
    create realities. A few words can end a
    friendship or begin one. Words can destroy a
    reputation, damage a marriage, alienate a
    child or humiliate someone. But words can
    also restore confidence, repair a relationship,
    give someone courage, express gratitude,
    offer forgiveness or make another person
    feel seen. We tend to think words describe
    reality. Torah teaches that words create
    reality.
    That is why Yom Kippur begins in such a
    strange way. The shul is packed, everyone is
    wearing white, the sifrei Torah are held at
    the front, the chazzan begins that haunting
    melody, and what do we say? Kol Nidrei.
    All vows, prohibitions, oaths and
    commitments that we have made should be
    null and void. That’s our great introduction
    to the holiest day of the year? The answer is
    yes, because what is a neder? I can take
    something completely ordinary and
    permissible and, with nothing more than
    words, change its halachic reality. A shtender
    that was perfectly permissible a moment
    ago can become forbidden to me because I
    said so. Nothing physically changed. I didn’t
    touch it or alter it. My dibur created a davar.
    We begin the day by reminding ourselves:
    never underestimate what comes out of your
    mouth.
    Benjamin Zander, the longtime conductor of
    the Boston Philharmonic Orchestra, tells a
    story he heard from a woman who survived
    Auschwitz. She was deported with her little
    brother. She was fifteen and he was eight.
    Their parents were gone, they had no idea
    where they were going, and while they were
    on the train she looked down and realized
    that her brother had lost his shoes. Like an

    older sister frustrated
    with her little brother,
    she began yelling at
    him. Why are you so
    careless? Why can’t
    you keep track of your
    things? Now when we
    get wherever we are
    going, I am going to
    have to find you another
    pair of shoes.
    They arrived at
    Auschwitz and were
    separated. She never
    saw him again. He
    didn’t survive. Those
    were the last words she
    ever said to her eight
    year old brother. She
    described that when she
    was finally liberated and walked out of
    Auschwitz, she made a pledge to herself: “I
    will never say anything that couldn’t stand
    as the last thing I ever say.”
    Imagine living that way. Not morbidly, but
    mindfully. If these were the last words my
    spouse heard from me today, would I be
    comfortable with them? If this were my last
    conversation with a parent, is this how I
    would want it to end? If this message
    couldn’t be deleted, unsent, explained away
    or followed by another message, would I
    still press send?
    We live in a world obsessed with having the
    last word. We admire the clever comeback,
    the devastating response, the viral takedown,
    the line that leaves the other person
    speechless. Yom Kippur asks us to aspire to
    something much greater than having the last
    word. Live so that your words could stand as
    your last words.
    Perhaps that is part of why we say vidui
    already at Mincha on Erev Yom Kippur,
    before Yom Kippur has even begun. The
    Gemara explains that we confess before the
    seudah hamafsekes because perhaps, G-d
    forbid, something could happen during the
    meal and we would never have another
    opportunity. When it comes to Yom Kippur,
    we want to make sure that if these were our
    last words, vidui would be among them. We
    would have said what needed to be said.
    Words aren’t just sounds, they are acts of
    creation. With words we confess and with
    words we forgive. With words we apologize,
    encourage, thank and inspire. With words
    we can tell our spouses we love them, our
    children that we are proud of them, our
    parents that we appreciate them, our friends
    that they matter to us, and Hashem that we
    desperately want a relationship with Him.
    Change is much closer than we think. בפיך.
    It is right there in our mouths.
    We begin Yom Kippur with Kol Nidrei,

    confronting words from our past and trying
    to undo what should never have been said.
    But perhaps we should leave Yom Kippur
    with a commitment about the words of our
    future. Before I criticize, I will ask whether
    these words will accomplish anything.
    Before I forward something, I will ask
    whether it needs to be shared. Before I
    respond when I am angry, I will give myself
    the space to choose my words instead of
    unleashing them. But even more importantly,
    I won’t wait to say the words that need to be
    said. I’m sorry. I forgive you. Thank you. I
    believe in you. I’m proud of you. I love you.
    How can I help? I was wrong.
    We spend so much time regretting words we
    wish we could take back. Maybe we should
    spend more time worrying about the words
    we never got around to saying. The
    compliment we felt but didn’t give. The
    gratitude we had but didn’t express. The
    apology we kept putting off. The
    encouragement someone desperately needed
    that we assumed somebody else would
    provide. The “I love you” we thought was
    obvious and therefore didn’t need to be said.
    We don’t know which conversation will be
    our last, but we do know which conversation
    is our next. We don’t know how many more
    opportunities we will have to say what needs
    to be said, but we know we have this one.
    Take your words with you and return to
    Hashem. Take them seriously and use them
    carefully. Use them to create, to repair, to
    heal and to bring people closer.
    That survivor walked out of Auschwitz
    having learned through unimaginable pain,
    “I will never say anything that couldn’t
    stand as the last thing I ever say.” We don’t
    need to learn that lesson through tragedy, we
    can learn it from Yom Kippur.
    This year, let’s stop worrying so much about
    having the last word. Let’s make sure the
    words we say are worthy of being our last.