Perspective

We all get caught up with life—our families, jobs, hobbies, travel, sports, and other priorities. But then tragedy hits, providing a reality check that recenters those priorities.

I’m a lifelong Knicks fan—not a fair-weather one, but someone who’s endured decades of disappointment. So, seeing my team back in the Eastern Conference Finals for the first time in 25 years is thrilling.

Wednesday night in Game 1, the Knicks blew a 17-point fourth-quarter lead and lost in overtime. I was stunned, angry, and heartbroken.

As I sat stewing in the frustration of the loss, I checked the news expecting a distraction, maybe even some post-game commentary. Instead, I was stopped cold by a headline out of D.C.—the murder of Yaron Lischinsky and Sarah Milgrim, victims of antisemitic violence. The heartbreak of that senseless tragedy instantly eclipsed anything that happened on the court and put the loss into perspective. The Knicks lost a game but will have more chances. Yaron and Sarah are gone forever.

May their memories be a blessing.