The father walks around and gives brachas (blessings) to his children. Then his wife says her husband will give blessings to anyone who wants one. That the neighbor, a lady in her eighties, got her first blessing of her life at this Shabbos table and she broke down in tears.
"I can see how deeply moved your boy was by his bracha," I said. "Look at how he is sawing at his wrist with his knife."
The bloody kid was sliding the knife back and forth.
