1. A Holocaust Survivor told me today she remembers when the SS reached into a bunker where she and her parents were hiding during the Holocaust and dragged them out, and others be they Jewish or non-Jewish.
I wondered what it must have been like to be a little girl and watch your parents being dehumanized and taken away from you. The other day I read about a little boy who was locked inside a day care centre until 11:00 p.m., because of a ‘mix up’ in terms of who was supposed to pick him up. When the found the little boy he was dressed in his winter outdoor clothing, lying on a mat shaking. But these kids survive, and so do many others and build incredible lives for themselves. How? I don’t know. Lord of the Flies takes another twist on children’s survivability. It addresses the warring nature of children. So what lies inside human nature? What lies inside children that allow them to survive war, to wait patiently until they are saved, to fight aggressively when required? And why are some children just so scared?
2. I am almost 49 and I still live on Bathurst Street. Where did the bigness of my dreams go? Where have yours gone? Remember when you thought you would be living on the water somewhere writing your novel, dressed in frilly dresses, or ripped shorts? Where did that dream go? Shouldn’t it have been here by now?
But then, my friend’s Dad lives a simple life, in an apartment and is a giant of a man, loving and appreciating every moment of his life and those whom he loves? He doesn’t need to live anywhere else and is happy with his lot. My friend’s Dad is a a chacham – a wise man who leads people and advices them and a real leader in his community. Every day he would work in a warehouse, and then come home to teach Bar Mitzvah or council a couple about to break up. On Shabbat he would lead the services, or more so orchestrate them – which is indeed what prayer in a Sephardic shul is like. It is classic and requires a kind of greatness to run it. So maybe he’s got it right. Maybe the dreams because more focused on family things and activies very close to us. I think that I’m going to follow my friend’s father’s lead. How do you do with realigning your dreams? Have you done that and then felt even stronger?
3. I had a best friend when I was a kid who moved to Israel and became ultra-Orthodox. We eventually stopped talking. It became too hard and strained over time because I was wanting him to be the goofs we used to be, and he seemed to be interested in me being more religious. Maybe I’m wrong, but that is the sense I got. So today we don’t talk anymore and I am so deeply saddened by our loss. Lately I started writing him e-mails with no expectation of hearing back from him; just hoping that he would read them. I haven’t heard back yet, and don’t know if I will. It bothers me so much to have lost a friend, someone whom I loved so very much. By the way, the pundits on this subject tell me, that I haven’t lost a friend, only a certain type of friendship. Could be. I’m looking at that. Have you had this in your life, loosing a friend that is, and really not wanting to, and not have any idea how to fix it? Damn.