Hi. I'm Ben Norton. I'm Jewish. I grew up in Flatbush, Brooklyn. It wasn't easy growing up in Flatbush, Brooklyn. It wasn't exactly a Jewish Neighborhood. It was a mixed neighborhood. It was the kind of neighborhood God created just to see if anybody was listening to Him when visiting his House on a weekly basis. This is a story about life and a thing called plans and the fact that neither one of them has ever been properly introduced. It's also about love. It's not so hard to love? So how come it's so hard to find? You ever feel like you'll never find love? You ever find the people that love you never really love at all?