It strikes me as I approach the Western Wall — the Wailing Wall — in Jerusalem. There is a hush over this place, except for the sound of some women softly sobbing. Two things connect us all here, no matter our background, our faith, our socioeconomic level, our native language … prayer and tears. I wait my turn to find a narrow place to pray directly at the Wall. This limestone wall has become smooth over 2000-plus years from the countless hands and foreheads pressing against