Our Shepherd, Our King

Today, Yud-Daled Sivan, is my birthday as well as the day I started this blog. Amazing to think a whole year has passed since I started it and how much has happened. B”h I’m engaged and busy getting ready for the big day!

Today I begin my new Kapitol, Kapitol Chof Gimmel (23.)

Psalm 23 is one of the more famous psalms written by Dovid HaMelech. This particular psalm is about Hashem, G-d, being Dovid’s and of course ours as well- Shepherd-King. What does that mean?

There once was a Shakespearean actor who was known everywhere for his one-man shows of readings and recitations from the classics.  He would always end his performance with a reading of Psalm 23.

Each night, without exception, as the actor began his recitation the crowd would listen attentively. And then, at the conclusion of the psalm, they would rise in thunderous applause in appreciation of the actor's incredible ability to bring the verse to life.

But one night, just before the actor was to offer his customary recital, a young man from the audience spoke up.  "Sir, do you mind if tonight I recite the Psalm"?

The actor was quite taken aback by this unusual request, but he allowed the young man to come forward and stand front and center on the stage to recite the Psalm, knowing that the ability of this unskilled youth would be no match for his own talent.

With a soft voice, the young man began to recite the words. When he was finished, there was no applause.  There was no standing ovation as on other nights.  All that could be heard was the sound of weeping. The audience had been so moved by the young man's recitation that every eye was full of tears.

Amazed by what he had heard, the actor said to the youth, "I don't understand.  I have been performing Psalm 23 for years.  I have a lifetime of experience and training but I have never been able to move an audience as you have tonight.  Tell me, what is your secret?"

The young man quietly replied, "Well sir, you know the Psalm....I know the Shepherd."

Something to think about.

How often do you get caught up in the act you are doing that you completely forget the Shepherd?

Acts of kindness are commendable; but often so much of what we do is habitual. Davening in the morning, lighting Shabbos candles Friday night, we forget who it is we are doing all of it for.

Now Hashem is way more than just a shepherd to us.

 Keep in mind that Dovid used to be a shepherd.  He remembers how he led and cared for a herd of sheep.

At first thought a King and a Shepherd are very different. When one thinks about a King they think of a royal crown, a large castle, servants, fancy meals etc.  When one thinks of a shepherd they think of a servant who works in the fields with raggedy old clothes. 

There is something though that a Shepherd and a King have in common.  They both take care of something. A King is supposed to look after and protect the kingdom of people under him and a Shepherd looks after and protects his herd of sheep.

A King might have fancier stuff than a shepherd but they both have an important job. 

Dovid compares G-d to a shepherd because sometimes when we think of kings we think of someone high and mighty, who thinks he's more important than us and he couldn't possibly know each person in his kingdom. A shepherd on the other hand seems like a regular person that works hard and takes care and loves each of his sheep.  We wouldn't be afraid to talk to a shepherd and could just be ourselves around him.

Dovid knows that G-d isn't like “regular” kings so he compares Him to a loving shepherd taking care of his people so we can get a better picture of what Hashem is like.

Throughout this Kapitol Dovid is talking about himself as a sheep. When we read the Kapitol we too are meant to see ourselves as the sheep and G-d as our shepherd. 

Just as sheep completely rely on the shepherd for food, shelter and safety we too  rely on G-d for everything.The shepherd makes sure his sheep has everything he needs like nice green grass and clean water. This is exactly what Hashem does for us. G-d keeps Dovid on the good path.  Even when there are rough times he doesn't have to be afraid.  Hashem is ALWAYS with him and He can make him feel better when he needs it.

Hashem is both our Shepherd and our king. He cares for us and guides us and never stops providing for us.

My Hachlata for this coming birthday is to recognize G-d more. When doing things He wants of me I will make that conscious effort to realize who it is I am doing it for and what my ultimate purpose of being in this world is.

I would like to Bless you all with a year of only revealed good- endless health, wealth, and happiness!

My Hero. My Role Model. My Zaidy

Though I was only the mere age of ten when he was sadly taken from us, and my memories of him are few, I feel as though I knew him so well.

Since the day of his passing there is yet a person I’ve met that had known my grandfather, be it for years or just a five minute encounter, that hasn’t been profoundly touched. 

Yesterday marked the eleventh Yartzheit of my grandfather A"h, Rabbi Yitzchok Meir Kagan.

This blog being in his honor, I want to dedicate this post to him.

Last year in honor of his tenth Yartzheit a gathering was held in his memory. Friends and family gathered and shared their personal experiences with him.

Being able to hear these encounters and stories really touched me.

It made me so proud to be the granddaughter of such a special person.

It made me want to work on myself to become even a fraction of the person he was.

Mostly though it made me want to touch and inspire others the way he did.

The following are a few small recollections of my Zaidy Kagan.

In a world where everyone is so busy rushing- rushing to make the train, get to a meeting, make dinner- just rushing rushing rushing, no one has time anymore to ask another how they are doing. Not my Zaidy. He saw you on the street and greeted you with the warmest Shalom Aleichem, followed by a “how are you doing?” And it wasn't like he had nowhere to be; on the contrary, he was an extremely busy man who followed a strict schedule and believed very strongly in Seder. As one man recalled, there was never a single morning where you wouldn't see Rabbi Kagan, 6:30 AM walking into the Mikvah to start his day.

One man at the gathering spoke about his wedding. He recalled how my grandfather danced with him with such a Simcha, such joy, he felt it more than when danced with his own father. Watching old videos of my grandfather at weddings you can really see this pure delight radiating from him. Whether it was one of his children’s wedding, a nephew, or a friend, he really lived that Simcha to the fullest.

I was speaking to my brother after the gathering trying to reminisce whatever memories we could come up with and he reminded me of a funny story. As kids we used to go to Detroit every Pesach to visit. Once, we were in the car driving somewhere with my Zaidy when a truck drove by with an image of pigs on it. One of us kids, being the kids that we were, pointed and said, “Look- piggies!” My Zaidy looked at us and with a big smile on his face said, “No no Kinderlach, those are just shaved sheep!” That was my grandfather, educating and guiding but through such a love.

Another very profound lesson that I kept hearing from people was how he really lived "in the moment." What ever needed to be done now, he did now.

Anyone that had the honor to Daven with him Yom Kippur all said the same thing. By Neilah he was so serious. My father recalls how his heart would pound in his chest when my grandfather said Shemah; how he cried out with such sincerity and such anguish. But then the minute Yom Kippur was over and Napoleon’s march was sung he would sing with such enjoyment, such Simcha, as if this were the happiest time of his life.

What a lesson. So many times we’re doing something, we’re in a moment, but we’re not actually present. Our mind is in fifty different places thinking about what we’re doing later that day, week and month. When you are doing something, be THERE. The rest of your life isn’t running anywhere so why take away from that moment?

My purpose for writing about my grandfather is not to eulogize him and show off what kind of man he was although I do feel exceptionally privileged and honored to have had such a great figure as my grandfather. I know he would not care for all this fuss and fanfare about him. One of the things the embodied him was his remarkable humility. Rather I’m writing this as a lesson for those who could use a little positivity and encouragement in their life. 

My Zaidy was the epitome of positivity, exuding warmth and love and though I don't remember so much that's one thing that sticks by me. I don't think I ever saw him angry or mad or talk negatively about anyone or anything. My Hachlata in honor of his yartzheit is to really try and embody this Middah. No matter how hard the challenge I hope to always find the good in it.

Zaidy, I miss you terribly and wish you were here to guide me and all the others you so deeply helped on a day to day basis. It should be before your next Yartzheit that we are Zoche to the coming of Moshiach. We should celebrate together my wedding in Yerushalayim, Amen!

You're Not Alone

This past weekend I spent with my future in-laws in Chicago and I had a really wonderful time! 

Although Pesach Sheini has already passed I wanted to take the opportunity to share something. 

The following piece I wrote about a year ago during a challenging time and feel it holds a powerful and important message.

You’re Not Alone

(So quit the self pitying and get hooked on a little faith!)

Why is pain so painful?
Seems like a pretty redundant question.
I mean it wouldn’t be called pain if it wasn’t painful, now would it?
But I beg to differ.
Pain is only as painful as you make it out to be. You are the one in control.
Chassidus could not have made that more clear.

Simply take a look at one of the most fundamental Chassidic concepts- “Moach Shalit Al Halev.” ([The] mind rules the heart.)
What makes us as humans so unique and so special over every other one of G-d’s creations. Over animals, plants, and still life?
The fact that we have this incredibly brilliant power of the mind.
Seemingly one could think it’s the heart that is most powerful. After all it’s the vessel of all our emotions and feelings.
Don't get me wrong, having a heart is crucial.
I mean how mighty and powerful would the mind be had it nothing to rule?
A king is only as powerful as having subjects to reign over.
Knowing how powerful the heart is yet being told that the mind has the capacity to control such a force shows just how much mightier the brain actually is.
Contemplating, delving deep into, and truly understanding this concept of "Moach Shalit Al Halev" is pretty much the anchor to hold onto when one feels like they're being pulled into whirlpools of pain.
Something happens to you,

Tragedy hits your family.
A spouse loses their job.
You didn't get into the school of your choice.
Whatever it may be.
Your initial almost obvious reaction will be to give in to your emotions.
The weight of the pain so overbearing.
But that's where the problem lies, that’s where you go terribly wrong.
Instead, take that opportunity to seize control of your heart with your brain.
Understand and acknowledge that there is a bigger picture. One with millions of intricate details that you can't necessarily see.
No one’s telling you to understand how it is that this seemingly bad thing that's happened is for the good because if we'd actually understood that then we’d be G-d.
All you need to do is acknowledge that there IS in fact a bigger picture. And that we, with our limited understanding, are left with nothing but trust and faith that G-d, with his unlimited understanding, knows what he's doing and that ultimately it’s for our best.
Having true faith is a work in progress. You're constantly going to be tested and there will be times when you feel like a complete fool with no other option than giving up.
But hang in there- YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Every single person, on their own personal level, in their own personal way, struggles and experiences pain.

I saw an interesting quote somewhere once and it really struck me: “To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

What better Yom Tov to discuss faith than Pesach Sheini?

After all this is the holiday all about faith and second chances and who doesn’t love a second chance!?

How sad those Jews felt when they couldn’t celebrate the Korbon Pesach with their fellow brethren due to their impurity. Hashem heard their complaints and reassured them there’d be a second chance and so on the 14^th of Iyar we celebrate what is now known as Pesach Sheini.

Nowadays we commemorate this unique and special holiday by eating Matzah, bread of “faith” as it is commonly referred to.

How is it that Matzah symbolizes faith?

As opposed to regular bread, Matzah has no oil, honey or other ingredients enhancing it. It consists of only flour and water as well as we make sure to not let it rise. Correspondingly, the only “ingredients” for faith are humility and submission to G-d. How is such faith achieved? By recognizing our “nonbeing” when compared with the immeasurable greatness of Hashem.

I have a simple method for upholding and preserving my faith.
Simple, yet so effective.
I call it my "Happiness Mission."
There are so many things in life that make me happy.
My family.
Friends.
Nice weather.
A good read.
A pleasant tune.
A yummy recipe.
The list goes on and on.
Whenever those feelings of irritation, melancholy, hopelessness start creeping in I stop myself and take a deep breath. Then I choose one, sometimes two things from my "list" and just think about them.
People are so quick to judge, complain and grouch about life that seldom do they stop and appreciate the endless good in our lives.
Guaranteed, no matter how bad you think your life is if you had to make a list of the positive and negative, the good would outweigh the bad with flying colors.

It’s all in your hands, its all about YOUR perspective. You want change in your life, you feel like you're a monotonous robot living your life by rote? Well guess what- NONE of that is going to change unless YOU change it and that's pretty much as simple as it is.

We celebrate birthdays.
Anniversaries.
Yomim Tovim.
We're constantly commemorating all the big things.
But what about the small things?
Those seemingly trivial moments that rush by us all too fast.
All too fast because we’re so busy focusing on the next big thing.
Ever stop to just breathe in fresh air.
Stop to smile at a homeless man and watch as you make his day.
Wholeheartedly enjoy the company of a friend whom you talk to or see all the time.
So many beautiful moments in life that just don't get enough credit for we're far too busy focusing on the big moments.
Between juggling careers, relationships, family and just life in general things can get pretty hectic.
But remember, you’re only living life once.
There’s only going to be one Tuesday, May 8th, 2012 that you’ll subsist.
So make every minute of that day worth living.
All it really takes is a smile, or one kind word, that can make a world of a difference. o

The Blue Cadillac

The following is a true story with a powerful lesson told over by Clara Wersterfer:

Most teens can't wait to learn to drive. Not so with me. Driving made me nervous. I didn't get a license until I turned 24 years old. As a result, when I first married, we only had one car and car pooled to work. My husband's hours were different from mine by one hour. I worked earlier. So he dropped me off and went to the diner to drink coffee until work time.

Then, in the afternoons, I leisurely walked the three miles to his work place where I waited in his car, reading a book.

One day while waiting for him, I noticed the most beautiful Cadillac pull in the lot. It was powder blue and sleek looking. The kind of car you dream about. I was busily admiring the car, when I noticed the driver. Honestly, she was probably the prettiest woman I had ever seen.

She pulled into the spot beside our car and it was all I could do not to stare. Our eyes made contact and she smiled at me. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and teeth like an even row of pearls. She was wearing a light blue shirt that just matched her car. Peeking through her long, softly curled hair I could see gold hoop earrings. They had to be gold to shine like that.

A couple of minutes later, a nice looking man came out the building, entered her car, and she drove away.

Sitting there in my jeans, shirt and hair in a pony tail, I wanted to cry.

How could some people have it all?

Maybe I would have forgotten about her, but the following week, I saw her again. Then it became almost routine to see her about once a week. She seemed friendly and always waved, flashing a big smile. My envy lingered long after she drove away.

Many nights when sleep evaded me, I would think about the beautiful lady. I wondered if she and her husband ate out, and where they dined, and what she was wearing. I wanted her to get out of the car and let me see her full length. Did she wear really high heeled shoes and pants, or a skirt?

I would get my answers in a couple of weeks.

Sitting in our usual parking lot, I was holding my book, watching her over the top of it. She was waiting and when her husband came to the car, she called to him. They spoke a few words and he opened the car door for her to step out. He took her arm and helped her out of the car. I could see very well as she moved to get out. She was wearing a skirt.

She haltingly walked around to the passenger side very slowly, leaning on a walking cane. Sitting sideways in the car, she lifted one leg with her hands and then the other one. The beautiful lady had a prosthesis on the left leg and a brace on the right leg.

I couldn't watch them drive away as the tears were blinding me.

For weeks I had envied this woman and her way of life, while I had been able to walk three miles to our car!

When my husband arrived and found me crying, he immediately asked what was wrong. Through my tears, I told him about the beautiful lady. He said he knew her husband and also knew the story. The beautiful lady and her parents were in a car that either stalled or got caught on the railroad tracks and was hit by a train. Both parents were killed and she was severely injured. She was only 12 years old.

The railroad made a large settlement with her because the crossing had no signals. He explained her car was specially built for her needs as well as the home.

I prayed for forgiveness all the way home. The lady I thought had everything, didn't. I thanked God over and over for my legs, arms and sight, and for teaching me a lesson early on in life.

When you meet a person who seems to be much better off than you, don't be fooled. I would not have traded places with the beautiful lady for anything -- I still had my parents, and the ability to walk, run or dance through life. Wonderful things money can't buy.

A Little Honesty Goes a Long Way

A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.

Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.

He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you." The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today - one very special seed.  I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story.

She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.

Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by but still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing.  Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil he so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick at his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!

When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front.  Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!"

When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed  and so Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "behold your next Chief Executive! His name is Jim!"

Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said?

Then the CEO said, "one year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today.

But, I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead- it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers.

When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive!"

Honesty is something we all struggle with and often we justify telling the complete truth with "a little white lie never hurt anyone." Unfortunately that is not true and you would be surprised just how fast the one little lie turns into a huge web of lies. Next time you're in a situation that may not be the most comfortable and your first extinct is to stretch the truth, remember this story and you never know, you may just be your company’s next CEO!

If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.
If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment.
If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective.
If you plant hard work, you will reap success.
If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

Lessons from a Fisherman

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long," answered the Mexican.

"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs... I have a full life."

The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"And after that?" asked the Mexican.

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and! move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that?" said the Mexican.

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like and enjoying your friends."

The moral of this story: Know where you're going in life... you may already be there.

Society has us making ourselves crazy trying to attain goals that will supposedly make us happy. If only we would take the time to realize that so much of what brings true, genuine happiness is right there in front of us and nothing that money could ever buy.

Take five minutes today and think of something good that’s right in front of you. I’m doing that right now and I’ll tell you this much- I put Bill Gates to shame!

Happy Tuesday :) 

The Barber

Wow! It has definitely been way too long since I last blogged but fear not fellow readers I am back :) 

B"h I've been MIA from the blog for only good reasons. I recently got engaged to a wonderful guy and between wedding prep, work, and school you could say I've been pretty busy! 

With my Grandfather's Yartzheit approaching I figured there's no better time to get back to blogging. 

As a religious Jew I strongly believe in G-d.

In His existence, His power, in Him being the essence of every single thing in my life. 

That's not to say that I don’t ever have doubts. Especially living in challenging times where so much of G-d is concealed. But no matter how difficult the struggle it is so important to never lose faith. To always remember G-d is there and waiting for us to come to Him.

The following is a cute story with a powerful message in hope of inspiring a little faith:

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine loving a God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens is, people don't go to Him."

G-d is anxiously waiting for us. He is there all day, every day readily available to listen to all that we have to say. There is no matter too trivial or petty that He does not want to hear. Take advantage of that!


Wonderful Shabbos to all :) :)

The Teacup

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful cup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the cup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'let me alone,' but he only smiled, 'Not yet.'"

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the cup said,"and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'"

"Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat!" the teacup said. "I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, 'Not yet.'"

"Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better,' I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'"

"Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening, nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'"

"Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'"

"'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.'"

May we all see ourselves and Hashem's creative mastery in this story of the teacup. It isn’t always easy to see and understand but G-d has a specially designed plan for each one of us. Every twist and bend along the way is specifically there to help us reach the beautifully crafted ending.

A Smoky Situation

A lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against, among other things, fire.

Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company.

In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost 'in a series of small fires.' The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason, that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion.

The lawyer sued and WON!

Delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company, which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptable 'fire' and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid $15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the cigars lost in the 'fires'.

NOW FOR THE BEST PART...

After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of ARSON!

With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case being used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail... And a $24,000 fine.

(This is a true story and was the First Place winner in the recent Criminal Lawyers Award Contest.)

Okay so clearly this guy was a few fries short of a Happy Meal, but there’s more to bringing in this story than providing a good laugh.

Although we may not want to admit to doing so, or we try hard not to, most of us are guilty of judging other people. Fact is we are not G-d. So although sometimes we see a situation and can not help but think why does this “bad” person deserve these great things or vice versa, we really have no idea what is going on.

An honest example of this: I remember a girl I went to school with who in my eyes I thought had it all. She had the looks, the friends, money, a seemingly wonderful family but she could be very nasty and hurtful to people. I always wondered to myself how that was fair, to have no problems whatsoever and just lead this perfect life. Of course I eventually grew up and realized that a “perfect” life did not exist and I also learned things about this girl that growing up I did not know about. Her family was far from ideal; her parents on the verge of divorce and half the family not speaking to each other.

Big lesson for me.

There is so much more than meets the eye. You can look at a situation and wonder how G-d can be doing such a thing but all you’re seeing is one chapter out of the whole book, you have no idea what is yet to come or how the situation will actually play out.

P.S. Lesson for life- you can never win with these insurance companies!

Happy Tuesday :) 

A Change of Plans

Regret unfortunately is something that weighs heavily on a lot of us. How many times do we find ourselves thinking, if I could go back in time I would change this or I would change that. When things don’t work out as planned or as hoped for often we fall to despair and choose to wallow in self-pity instead of pushing forward and remaining positive. Although short term this may seem to be effective in the long run you're going to be left worse off than when you started. It's important to fight those feelings of regret or depression no matter how hard because it will ultimately lead you to a better more refreshing place.

I came across this next piece recently, author unknown, and I could not wait to share. Its message is so powerful, take a look:

A Change of Plans:

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly.

This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it.

I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip."

I got tickets to fly there on "WISHIHAD" airlines. It was an extremely short flight.

I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of what might have been.

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport.  I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual Pity Party.

I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should Have, Would Have and Could Have.

Then came the I Had family.

You probably know ol' Wish and his clan.

Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost.

The biggest family would be the Yesterday's. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share.

Then Shattered Dreams would surely make and appearance.

And It's Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It.

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed.

But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent "pity party" could be cancelled by ME!

I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there. I didn't have to be depressed.

One thing kept going through my mind, I can't change yesterday, but I do have the power to make today a wonderful day.

I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret immediately and left no forwarding address.

Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them.

So, if you're planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a place called, Starting Again.

I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbors, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so very helpful.

By the way, you don't have to carry around heavy baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival.

May Hashem bless you in finding this great town. If you can find it — it's in your own heart — please look me up.

I live on ICANDOIT street.

“I can't change yesterday, but I do have the power to make today a wonderful day.”