I attended a mourner's minyan this a.m. I never know if they'll have enough prayer books, so I brought my own. This one was sent to me by NCSY about 18 years ago. Worn and dog-eared, it has traveled around the world with me, gone on long roadtrips cross-country, spent time in dark hospital call rooms, but for the most part has sat on my dining room table, which is where I used to daven before they started the 5:45 minyan.
Obviously, my kids have had access to it while I was at work. I think each has contributed his or her own scribble.
I took it out as I began to get ready for the service. The minyan was attended by a variety of Orthodox Jews, Lubavich, Black-hatters, and me. The owner of the house came over to me and looked at the siddur, and smiled.
"This page speaks volumes to me."
What does it say to you?