I received an e-mail from
Ilana-Davita about a lesson in kindness that she was taught and shared with her students.
Read here to find out about an author who took the time to really teach students.
By: Shoshana |
Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 6/28/2007 08:24:00 AM | | 
My co-workers are so good to me. I was talking to one of my co-workers yesterday about the fact that I wanted some pearls to wear for a wedding. I have pearls but the clasp is broken and I haven't had it fixed. I figured I would go to a store and buy some fake ones since I'm not planning on wearing them that often, and I do want to get my necklace fixed (it was my grandmother's). My co-worker told me I could borrow her pearls, that she had a nice necklace. I told her that would make me nervous. She insisted. She brought me not one, but two choices this morning for me to borrow and offered earrings as well if I want. And they are beautiful. So nice.
By: Shoshana |
Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 6/27/2007 08:18:00 AM | |
Chaya Mitchell was a beautiful, vibrant girl who was diagnosed with a brain tumor. She did not know that she was ill; she was in Israel for seminary and started having headaches. After returning home due to the severity and pain of these headaches, she found out that she was suffering from cancer. Her family tried every treatment possible, but she did not respond to any of them. The tumor was inoperable. Chaya was not going to be with us very much longer.
Today, June 17, at 5:00 AM, Chaya Mitchell passed away.
But I do not want to write about the sadness. I want to write about the goodness that I saw within my own community, the beauty and the love that was shown to her family and to her. There was no one who was not affected, no one who declined to help the Mitchells. There were many of us who felt helpless, but we all did what we could.
There were doctors, nurses and other professionals who gave of their time to help Chaya eat or feel more comfortable, giving her massages or otherwise helping her. There were the people who cooked meals, bringing them over to her family. There were the girls her age who took the trouble to come to her house and paint her fingernails and toenails. There were girls who held Tehillim groups at her house and Tehillim groups at Stern, who came and sang with her or otherwise amused her, who visited frequently and often, always trying to entertain her.
There were organizations that created songs for her or Chai Lifeline, which sponsored a trip where she was able to go to Disneyland. There were people who sent her gifts or added to her collection of keychains, beads, cards or balloons.
And then there was the
Tehillim group for her created on Facebook.For me, this is one of the most amazing parts of the story. It is amazing because it is the part I know best. I was invited to join this Tehillim group and of course I did. I also invited others on my Facebook account, simply because it was easier to invite almost everyone rather than distinguish between those who knew her and those who did not.
There were many people- friends of mine, people who are merely acquaintances of mine, even fellow bloggers- who startled and suprised me by their kindness. Because they volunteered their time and chose to say a perek of Tehillim every day for Chaya, a girl they did not even know. A girl who could not be to them the many things she was to me, the many things she was to those who really knew her and were her closest friends. These were people who were touched by her story or who simply wanted to help, people who were kind.
That amazes me.
Further- today I wanted to somehow spread the word, to inform others of the loss to our community and to our world. So I set my away message on AIM to read:
Only the good die young.
My friend Chaya Mitchell passed away today. I don't know what you do or if you're even religious, but if you take a moment to think about the fact that we have one less wonderful, beautiful young person in the world, I would appreciate it.
Thank you so much.
Friends of mine- people who are not Jewish, who are not religious, who do not know her- wrote me the kindest, sweetest words, telling me that they were sorry. Which meant they had read what I had written and taken a moment of their time to think about Chaya, or rather to think about her in an abstract way, to realize that someone special had left this world.
And this is something that I see as being total kindness. Because it is easy to be kind to someone you know, someone whom you have seen or met or spent time with. It is easy to care about them. The difficult thing may be to mantain that caring, to consistently continue to offer that level of support. But the initial emotion is not difficult.
Not so with people who did not even know her. And yet these people joined the Facebook group, these people write me such kind messages- these people, too, offer their words for Chaya, to Chaya.
In a way, Chaya's slow, drawn-out death brought a sense of unity to our community. Everyone wanted to help in some way, whether it be providing food or baking challot or opening their homes to the family. Even those who were not close by would write messages in her online guestbook, which would later be read to her. The response of our community was a truly beautiful thing. It is kindness epitomized.
And that is something that is wholly and totally to Chaya's credit- a great
zechut that she brings before God. No, she was not able to learn as well as she might have wanted while in the last stages of her debilitating illness. And no, she was not able to participate in her beloved singing or even perhaps in her prayers. But she
was able to bring together an entire community and to instill a sense of love and care.
This is her merit; this is her power. This is her defense before God.
The kindness that she created.
The kindness that was embodied in her.
By: Chana |
Sunday, June 17, 2007 at 6/17/2007 08:15:00 PM | |
Guest post from
DianaThe other morning I was reading on the bus on my way to work. The overhead lights were off because most of the other people on the bus were snoozing. After ¾ of the way through the Queens Midtown Tunnel (which is sporadically lit), I looked up because the overhead lights had been turned on. The smiling bus driver looked over at me and said “Why didn’t you tell me you were reading?”
By: Shoshana |
Friday, June 08, 2007 at 6/08/2007 02:57:00 PM | |
I went to a show tonight at Triad, a little club on West 72nd street. That band playing was a band from a Israel called
Eden MiQedem. With God's help, there will be an interview with Shmuel Nelson - the man behind it all - and a review of his CD on my own
blog.
But for now, I just wanted to share the fact that the club had a two drink minimum, and the prices were ridiculous. 8 bucks for a beer, and it was a bottle, not draft! Plus, they charged a gratuitous gratuity fee,
and tax.
In any event, I was more than several dollars short, and was about to engage in some negotiating with the waitress when some guy tapped on the shoulder and handed me the
full sum of money! I only took the amount I needed, and when I asked for an address so I could return the money, he refused to be paid back.
"Just make sure word gets around about this band, and we'll call it even, okay?" was all he said, and then walked off.
Isn't that nice?
By: Shmuel |
Thursday, June 07, 2007 at 6/07/2007 02:12:00 AM | |
I lost my wallet yesterday. I was pretty sure it had fallen out of my purse on the bus, so I called the bus company and they said they hadn't found it. I called a friend and borrowed a bus ticket so I could get to work and planned to call the credit card companies and bank in the morning to get all new stuff.
I got to work and received a call from my neighbor. He said that a man had stopped by the house with my wallet. He had found it on the bus and was sure that I was frantic by then so he wanted to make sure he returned it to me as soon as possible (this was 8 in the morning). The lucky part of the story is that my driver's license, which is the only thing with my address on it, originally had only my old address. But the week before this, I had received change of address stickers in the mail that I had attached to my license, so he was able to find my current address. I am so incredibly grateful to this person (who left his card at my neighbor's insistence) for returning my wallet. It's an incredible relief.
By: Shoshana |
Tuesday, June 05, 2007 at 6/05/2007 08:32:00 AM | |
