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Actual for You - The Other Side of the Tapestry
One crucial factor to the success of your job search is confidence. Being unaware of your own potential, or being too timid to apply for suitable could result in your ending up in a job which does not stretch you and will become boring very quickly.No-one feels supremely confident all the time and a little anxiety before a job interview is perfectly normal. So is the thought that other people might be better qualified that you. However, being so anxiety that you don’t apply for any jobs, or jobs for which you are over-qualified shows a lack of self-esteem. It’s important to remember also that no-one is confident in every aspect of their lives. A student who is an excellent basketball play may be confident on the court but completely lacking in confidence when he has to write an academic assignment.How can you improve your self-esteem and use it your advantage when looking for a job? Here are a few tips to help you:Talk to someone who is familiar with your abilities and who has encouraged and motivated you in the past. This could be a family member, a friend or colleague.Find activities about which you already feel confident, no matter how insignificant or unrelated to work they may seem. So if you can sing, cook great meals, bake delicious cakes, play a sport well or have a hobby in which you are skilled, do it more often and allow yourself to be conscious of the feeling of confidence it brings. Allow yourself to enhance that feeling by basking in it afterwards.Make a list of your achievements. These can be successes you’ve had as a student, in previous jobs or in any other aspect of your life. This will help you to feel better about yourself and add to the feelings of confidence.List your transferable skills. This will give y
The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.”<
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I sat in the hall waiting for the program to start. I felt alone in a room filled with hundreds of people. I had missed my ride to the country. Instead, I was here, in this hall full of chassidic Jews - a stranger in a strange land...
A World that Was
I grew up like any other middle-class American. I went to college, dated, had fun with my friends. Although I happened to be Jewish – and was proud of it - my Judaism didn’t play a big role in my life.
My mother grew up in Chicago in an observant home. Her father, my beloved grandfather, passed away in 1973. When I was little he held me on his lap and told me stories of his own childhood – stories that seemed like fairy tales to me.
When he was six years old and his little brother only five, their parents left Europe for America to build a better life for the family. The two little boys – practically babies - were left in the old country. There, they lived and studied full time in a "yeshivah" -- the kind of traditional Jewish school that didn’t exist in America at that time.
The village they lived in was extremely poor, and their school had no budget for feeding the kids. The villagers helped out by opening their homes and sharing what little they had. Often that little was almost nothing.
At night, the children slept on benches in the school. They studied standing up so that they wouldn’t fall asleep over the complex texts. All was for the purpose of passing the learning, the tradition, to the next generation in a pure and unbroken chain.
Although my grandfather’s stories told of a life of struggle and sacrifice, when he spoke of his life in the old world it seemed filled with magic and beauty.
My great-grandparents worked hard, and by the time my grandfather was seventeen years old they were able to bring him and his brother to America. When he saw his mother for the first time in America, he was an adult. He didn’t recognize her.
Nonetheless, the foresight and self-sacrifice of his parents saved the family's lives. Some years later, when the Nazis rolled into that very village, not one person was left alive. The pictures of my grandfather’s lost village – Eisheshuk - now cover the tower of the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. They tell the story of a world that once was and is no more.
I loved my grandfather very, very much. But my grandparents had passed away several years before, and whatever little bit of connection to our Jewish roots my family still maintained was eroding. I was no longer an adoring little child. I was a hip college student, quite disinterested in tradition or religion.
And then, out of the blue, my fifteen-year-old brother suddenly declared that he wanted to be observant. My reaction was… huh??? That’s for grandparents, not for you! Judaism is beautiful, yes – in its place. In the past.
My Journey Begins
But my brother persisted, eventually introducing me to the vast mystical world of Kabbalah and Chassidus. Once I began to study, I was exposed to a profound and fascinating wisdom that was unlike anything I had seen or heard anywhere else. I sensed a truth that I couldn’t deny. I began – tentatively – to eat kosher food and observe the Sabbath. But it still didn’t seem to feel right. The problem wasn’t with the observance itself. It was me. I felt acutely and painfully out of place, caught between two worlds without a solid foot in either one.
Hardly any of my friends were Jewish. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that I believed in G-d – and I was sure that if there was a G-d He wouldn’t particularly notice or care about me.
So when the opportunity came up to drive to the country that Friday night with some friends I was tempted to go. But at the last minute I decided to give the Shabbat one last try. I said no.
So there I sat, that Saturday night, feeling that I had very little in common with these odd people – but still curious to get one final glimpse into their fascinating, mystical world.
The Rebbe’s Disciple
The white-bearded Chassidic rabbi at the dais was a disciple of a Rebbe – a great Chassidic Master - whose passing, some 29 years before, was being commemorated this night. The Rebbe was said to be a great tzaddik – a righteous and holy man on the spiritual level of Moses himself. He was said to have the power to do miracles and the Divine insight to see into a person’s soul.
His successor, who was living in Brooklyn, was the spiritual leader of the global Chabad Chassidic movement and was said to have, if anything, even greater spiritual stature and powers than his predecessor.
The visiting rabbi, whose home was in Chicago, was known as an unusually talented speaker. Interestingly, the small chassidic community of St. Paul, Minnesota had been trying to book him, on and off, for the last ten years, but somehow it had never worked out. But he was there that night. His talk began.
There are No Accidents
“It’s no accident that we’re all here together on this particular night,” began the rabbi in a deep, sonorous voice. “The Rebbe often quoted the Baal Shem Tov, first of the chassidic masters, concerning the principle of Divine Providence. He constantly emphasized that everything a person sees, he’s meant to see, and everything that he hears, he’s meant to hear. He taught that whenever something happens that makes a particularly strong impression on a person, that person needs to be aware that this experience was custom-created by G-d specifically for him, in order to give him direction and insight in fulfilling his Divine mission.
“The fact that I’m here tonight – together with all of you – is surely significant.”
The rabbi continued speaking. He talked about the Rebbe, telling stories of his life - stories that illuminated his greatness, his genius, his holiness, his kindness.
Then he began a story that caught my attention. In fact, it riveted me.
“In the months and years after the Holocaust,” he told, “we had a fund. We collected money to distribute to the desperate refugees left in Europe after the war.
“Among those who was there at the time was a man by the name of Mr. Samuel Broida. He was the owner of a kosher meat packaging company in Chicago. He was also the president of our fund.”
“Altogether we managed to collect $180,000; a great deal of money at that time. Mr. Broida was delegated to take the money to Europe, to help a group of refugees who had fled from Russia to a suburb of Paris. When he returned home, he told us that something had happened to him; something he would never forget.”
“’When I was in Paris,’ said Mr. Broida, ‘I met a little boy about eight years old. I asked him if there was something I could do for him. I thought the poor little boy would ask me for shoes, clothes, food, candy, a suit, a hat… but I was wrong. He asked for none of those things. Instead, he said to me, ‘I want to be able go to America and see the Lubavitcher Rebbe someday.’
‘I myself,’ continued Mr. Broida, ‘am not a follower of the Rebbe – not at all. I’ve heard stories of the Rebbe, of his miracles, of the power of his blessings, of his holiness and greatness. But I didn’t really believe them. I thought to myself: How is this possible? How is it possible for any human being to leave such a powerful impression on his followers, that he is more real to them than their hunger, their devastation or their poverty? And this was a small child! His answer was completely spontaneous. How it is possible that a small child, a poor child, a hungry child, wants nothing in the world but to catch a glimpse of this holy man?’
‘If a Rebbe,” concluded Mr. Broida, ‘thirty years after leaving a place, leaves this kind of impression, then it has to be because he truly is the kind of human being that the world knows nothing of. The kind of human being that I had assumed could not exist. The kind of human being that is head and shoulders greater than the rest of us. ...’
The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.” How To Choose A House Plan - Part 3 of 10
Almost every house plan site offers to change their stock drawings to suit your specific requirements. That's a valuable service - but be careful, some seemingly small changes can be expensive to make, and even more expensive to build.One Change - Lots Of DrawingsThere was a time when changes to house plans were done in the field with no documentation at all. If you wanted to make the house a little bigger, you only needed tell your contractor - and you didn't have a plans examiner and a building inspector looking over your shoulder.But as we'll learn in Chapter #4 "A Set Of House Plans Isn't Enough", building codes across the country are getting tougher and plans examiners are looking at house plans more closely. When a change is made to a set of drawings, that change must be as well documented as the original plans, regardless of the size or complexity of the change. Sometimes that's not a big deal but sometimes it requires quite a few changes to the set of drawings and expensive changes to the house itself.Consider for example, a theoretical two-foot extension of a family room at the back of a two-story house with a basement. If you're working with a typically complete set of plans, your two-foot extension will require a change to all of the following drawings in order to be accepted by your local building department:Foundation planFirst floor planSecond floor planRoof planLeft side elevationRight side elevationRear elevationMain building sectionThose are just the "architectural" drawings - you'll also need to have structural changes made, which may require review by a Registered Architect or Professional Engineer. And in areas that require compliance
Nonetheless, the foresight and self-sacrifice of his parents saved the family's lives. Some years later, when the Nazis rolled into that very village, not one person was left alive. The pictures of my grandfather’s lost village – Eisheshuk - now cover the tower of the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. They tell the story of a world that once was and is no more.
I loved my grandfather very, very much. But my grandparents had passed away several years before, and whatever little bit of connection to our Jewish roots my family still maintained was eroding. I was no longer an adoring little child. I was a hip college student, quite disinterested in tradition or religion.
And then, out of the blue, my fifteen-year-old brother suddenly declared that he wanted to be observant. My reaction was… huh??? That’s for grandparents, not for you! Judaism is beautiful, yes – in its place. In the past.
My Journey Begins
But my brother persisted, eventually introducing me to the vast mystical world of Kabbalah and Chassidus. Once I began to study, I was exposed to a profound and fascinating wisdom that was unlike anything I had seen or heard anywhere else. I sensed a truth that I couldn’t deny. I began – tentatively – to eat kosher food and observe the Sabbath. But it still didn’t seem to feel right. The problem wasn’t with the observance itself. It was me. I felt acutely and painfully out of place, caught between two worlds without a solid foot in either one.
Hardly any of my friends were Jewish. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that I believed in G-d – and I was sure that if there was a G-d He wouldn’t particularly notice or care about me.
So when the opportunity came up to drive to the country that Friday night with some friends I was tempted to go. But at the last minute I decided to give the Shabbat one last try. I said no.
So there I sat, that Saturday night, feeling that I had very little in common with these odd people – but still curious to get one final glimpse into their fascinating, mystical world.
The Rebbe’s Disciple
The white-bearded Chassidic rabbi at the dais was a disciple of a Rebbe – a great Chassidic Master - whose passing, some 29 years before, was being commemorated this night. The Rebbe was said to be a great tzaddik – a righteous and holy man on the spiritual level of Moses himself. He was said to have the power to do miracles and the Divine insight to see into a person’s soul.
His successor, who was living in Brooklyn, was the spiritual leader of the global Chabad Chassidic movement and was said to have, if anything, even greater spiritual stature and powers than his predecessor.
The visiting rabbi, whose home was in Chicago, was known as an unusually talented speaker. Interestingly, the small chassidic community of St. Paul, Minnesota had been trying to book him, on and off, for the last ten years, but somehow it had never worked out. But he was there that night. His talk began.
There are No Accidents
“It’s no accident that we’re all here together on this particular night,” began the rabbi in a deep, sonorous voice. “The Rebbe often quoted the Baal Shem Tov, first of the chassidic masters, concerning the principle of Divine Providence. He constantly emphasized that everything a person sees, he’s meant to see, and everything that he hears, he’s meant to hear. He taught that whenever something happens that makes a particularly strong impression on a person, that person needs to be aware that this experience was custom-created by G-d specifically for him, in order to give him direction and insight in fulfilling his Divine mission.
“The fact that I’m here tonight – together with all of you – is surely significant.”
The rabbi continued speaking. He talked about the Rebbe, telling stories of his life - stories that illuminated his greatness, his genius, his holiness, his kindness.
Then he began a story that caught my attention. In fact, it riveted me.
“In the months and years after the Holocaust,” he told, “we had a fund. We collected money to distribute to the desperate refugees left in Europe after the war.
“Among those who was there at the time was a man by the name of Mr. Samuel Broida. He was the owner of a kosher meat packaging company in Chicago. He was also the president of our fund.”
“Altogether we managed to collect $180,000; a great deal of money at that time. Mr. Broida was delegated to take the money to Europe, to help a group of refugees who had fled from Russia to a suburb of Paris. When he returned home, he told us that something had happened to him; something he would never forget.”
“’When I was in Paris,’ said Mr. Broida, ‘I met a little boy about eight years old. I asked him if there was something I could do for him. I thought the poor little boy would ask me for shoes, clothes, food, candy, a suit, a hat… but I was wrong. He asked for none of those things. Instead, he said to me, ‘I want to be able go to America and see the Lubavitcher Rebbe someday.’
‘I myself,’ continued Mr. Broida, ‘am not a follower of the Rebbe – not at all. I’ve heard stories of the Rebbe, of his miracles, of the power of his blessings, of his holiness and greatness. But I didn’t really believe them. I thought to myself: How is this possible? How is it possible for any human being to leave such a powerful impression on his followers, that he is more real to them than their hunger, their devastation or their poverty? And this was a small child! His answer was completely spontaneous. How it is possible that a small child, a poor child, a hungry child, wants nothing in the world but to catch a glimpse of this holy man?’
‘If a Rebbe,” concluded Mr. Broida, ‘thirty years after leaving a place, leaves this kind of impression, then it has to be because he truly is the kind of human being that the world knows nothing of. The kind of human being that I had assumed could not exist. The kind of human being that is head and shoulders greater than the rest of us. ...’
The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.”<
If you are concerned about your computer and what happens on it when you aren't around then there is a simple solution. There are programs out there that you can install on your computer in order to keep track of all activity, from typing to internet history. The problem is that if you are looking for a key logger software download you could end up with a little more than you bargained for. Some of the programs that you can download in order to keep track of computer activity will actually be watching you and sending the information off to someone that you don't know. Because you are installing the program in order to record key strokes, it is easy for them to piggyback a malicious program along with it. So when you are looking for a good key logger software download what should you be looking for?There are some reputable companies out there that make some great software. They have been around for a long time and have a reputation for being a great piece of software. You could also make sure that the program is one of the more sophisticated ones. A key logger software program that offers many different options such as remote tracking and tracking of things like internet history and screenshots are usually the sign of a great program. Most people that write malicious programs and hide them behind legitimate looking programs do not go to the trouble of writing great software. So keep yourself safe, and keep your family safe from trouble by installing a legitimate key stroke software program.
The Rebbe’s Disciple
The white-bearded Chassidic rabbi at the dais was a disciple of a Rebbe – a great Chassidic Master - whose passing, some 29 years before, was being commemorated this night. The Rebbe was said to be a great tzaddik – a righteous and holy man on the spiritual level of Moses himself. He was said to have the power to do miracles and the Divine insight to see into a person’s soul.
His successor, who was living in Brooklyn, was the spiritual leader of the global Chabad Chassidic movement and was said to have, if anything, even greater spiritual stature and powers than his predecessor.
The visiting rabbi, whose home was in Chicago, was known as an unusually talented speaker. Interestingly, the small chassidic community of St. Paul, Minnesota had been trying to book him, on and off, for the last ten years, but somehow it had never worked out. But he was there that night. His talk began.
There are No Accidents
“It’s no accident that we’re all here together on this particular night,” began the rabbi in a deep, sonorous voice. “The Rebbe often quoted the Baal Shem Tov, first of the chassidic masters, concerning the principle of Divine Providence. He constantly emphasized that everything a person sees, he’s meant to see, and everything that he hears, he’s meant to hear. He taught that whenever something happens that makes a particularly strong impression on a person, that person needs to be aware that this experience was custom-created by G-d specifically for him, in order to give him direction and insight in fulfilling his Divine mission.
“The fact that I’m here tonight – together with all of you – is surely significant.”
The rabbi continued speaking. He talked about the Rebbe, telling stories of his life - stories that illuminated his greatness, his genius, his holiness, his kindness.
Then he began a story that caught my attention. In fact, it riveted me.
“In the months and years after the Holocaust,” he told, “we had a fund. We collected money to distribute to the desperate refugees left in Europe after the war.
“Among those who was there at the time was a man by the name of Mr. Samuel Broida. He was the owner of a kosher meat packaging company in Chicago. He was also the president of our fund.”
“Altogether we managed to collect $180,000; a great deal of money at that time. Mr. Broida was delegated to take the money to Europe, to help a group of refugees who had fled from Russia to a suburb of Paris. When he returned home, he told us that something had happened to him; something he would never forget.”
“’When I was in Paris,’ said Mr. Broida, ‘I met a little boy about eight years old. I asked him if there was something I could do for him. I thought the poor little boy would ask me for shoes, clothes, food, candy, a suit, a hat… but I was wrong. He asked for none of those things. Instead, he said to me, ‘I want to be able go to America and see the Lubavitcher Rebbe someday.’
‘I myself,’ continued Mr. Broida, ‘am not a follower of the Rebbe – not at all. I’ve heard stories of the Rebbe, of his miracles, of the power of his blessings, of his holiness and greatness. But I didn’t really believe them. I thought to myself: How is this possible? How is it possible for any human being to leave such a powerful impression on his followers, that he is more real to them than their hunger, their devastation or their poverty? And this was a small child! His answer was completely spontaneous. How it is possible that a small child, a poor child, a hungry child, wants nothing in the world but to catch a glimpse of this holy man?’
‘If a Rebbe,” concluded Mr. Broida, ‘thirty years after leaving a place, leaves this kind of impression, then it has to be because he truly is the kind of human being that the world knows nothing of. The kind of human being that I had assumed could not exist. The kind of human being that is head and shoulders greater than the rest of us. ...’
The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.”<
Tinnitus, or ringing in ear, has been experienced by almost everyone at one time or another. This ringing in ear may be high or low pitched and vary but do not have an external cause.A ringing in the ears has a somewhat mystical aura, because it can be heard only by the person. The ringing in ear comes from within and may be in one or both ears, short or long in duration and it may be constant or intermittent.About 20 percent, of the nearly 50 million people who are bothered by ringing in ear, have severe symptoms. This ringing in ear is a symptom not a disease and is not by itself threatening to your health. A loud noise environment may be the cause of this ringing in ear.If you work in a loud noise environment around heavy, noisy machinery you may want to wear ear protection to cut down on the decibels of the noise. Loud noise can generate a hearing loss and damage the sensitive hair inside your ear. You may even hear a ringing in ear in the absence of real sound. It is best to minimize your exposure to loud noise as much as possible.When do the ringing in ear symptoms appearSymptoms may appear after an airplane trip or deep sea diving, especially if you start out nursing a cold or allergy. You may have dizziness and feel like your ears are plugged. This kind of ringing in ear is known as barotrauma and will usually clear up on it own.If you decide to take some over the counter medicine and you are taking a prescription medication be sure to check with your health professional before doing so. The ringing noise in the ear may even sound like a heart beat.If the sound is of a pulsatile nature, the arteries in the bra
Then he began a story that caught my attention. In fact, it riveted me.
“In the months and years after the Holocaust,” he told, “we had a fund. We collected money to distribute to the desperate refugees left in Europe after the war.
“Among those who was there at the time was a man by the name of Mr. Samuel Broida. He was the owner of a kosher meat packaging company in Chicago. He was also the president of our fund.”
“Altogether we managed to collect $180,000; a great deal of money at that time. Mr. Broida was delegated to take the money to Europe, to help a group of refugees who had fled from Russia to a suburb of Paris. When he returned home, he told us that something had happened to him; something he would never forget.”
“’When I was in Paris,’ said Mr. Broida, ‘I met a little boy about eight years old. I asked him if there was something I could do for him. I thought the poor little boy would ask me for shoes, clothes, food, candy, a suit, a hat… but I was wrong. He asked for none of those things. Instead, he said to me, ‘I want to be able go to America and see the Lubavitcher Rebbe someday.’
‘I myself,’ continued Mr. Broida, ‘am not a follower of the Rebbe – not at all. I’ve heard stories of the Rebbe, of his miracles, of the power of his blessings, of his holiness and greatness. But I didn’t really believe them. I thought to myself: How is this possible? How is it possible for any human being to leave such a powerful impression on his followers, that he is more real to them than their hunger, their devastation or their poverty? And this was a small child! His answer was completely spontaneous. How it is possible that a small child, a poor child, a hungry child, wants nothing in the world but to catch a glimpse of this holy man?’
‘If a Rebbe,” concluded Mr. Broida, ‘thirty years after leaving a place, leaves this kind of impression, then it has to be because he truly is the kind of human being that the world knows nothing of. The kind of human being that I had assumed could not exist. The kind of human being that is head and shoulders greater than the rest of us. ...’
The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.”<
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The Rebbe’s Promise
“After this,” the rabbi said, “Mr. Broida asked me if I would take him to New York to meet the Rebbe for himself. This was 1947, just a couple of years before the Rebbe’s passing. The Rebbe’s health by this time was frail. He had been imprisoned and severely tortured by the Russians who found his powerful religious leadership a great threat to the communist regime. He was able to see very few people each day and there was a long waiting list – but I managed to get Mr. Broida an appointment. And he told me afterwards that it was one of the most profound and incredible experiences of his life.”
“But then,” continued the rabbi, “Something even more amazing happened. A Rebbe, like any person who receives the confidence of others, never repeats a word of what happens in a private audience between him and any other person. If a lawyer or a doctor is bound by confidentiality, how much more so a Rebbe! Nevertheless, after Mr. Broida saw the Rebbe, the Rebbe called me into his office to tell me about his meeting with Mr. Broida.
“‘Mr. Broida came in to me today,’ the Rebbe told me. ‘I asked him about his business, his community work. We talked. And when we were done talking, I asked him: ‘And what are your children doing?’ He burst into tears and told me that of his six children, none were observant anymore. I promised him,’ continued the Rebbe, “that he would have “nachas” from his grandchildren - the joy of seeing his Judaism come alive again one day in them.”
“I have often wondered since then,” concluded the rabbi, “what happened to the Rebbe’s promise. Mr. Broida passed away years ago and I don’t know what happened to his family. But one thing I do know. The promise of a tzaddik, of a Rebbe, is never made in vain.”
The speech was over. I sat in my seat with tears pouring down my face.
I knew what had happened to the Rebbe’s promise.
Mr. Broida was my grandfather.
The Other Side of the Tapestry
The rabbi began that night his talk with a discussion of Divine Providence. That was no accident. Nothing ever is.
Though he was only in his fifties, this rabbi -- Rabbi Shlomo Zalman Hecht of Chicago --unexpectedly passed a way a short few months after that evening. If he had not been there at that time, if I had taken the Friday night ride to the country, if he had told a different story, if he had told this one and just not mentioned my grandfather’s name… I would be living an entirely different life. And you would not be reading these words today.
Our lives are like the reverse side of a great tapestry. From the back, all we can see are the knots, the imperfections, some bumps, some smears of color. It all looks random and chaotic.
Only from the front side of the tapestry is it possible to see how it all fits together. From the front you can see that every stitch and every knot forms an integral part of a vast, magnificent picture.
In life, for the most part, we only see the back of the tapestry. We have to use our intuition, our knowledge, our wisdom, to try to fit the parts together, to guess at the picture that might be on the other side.
But on that night, I, the agnostic, was granted a rare privilege. I was given an open glimpse of it.
In that glimpse I saw many things. I saw the complex and awesome power of Divine Providence and the infinite care with which G-d weaves together the events of every person’s unique and personal life. I saw the awesome power of a true tzaddik, his ability to see beyond time and beyond worlds, to reach into the reservoir of souls and empower a specific soul to fulfill its destiny, to make a promise and keep it.
And finally, I saw that G-d plants messages for us all, and those messages, if we allow them to, can change our lives. Sometimes they’re big and blatant, sometimes small and subtle. But they are always there if we want to see them.
When I stumbled over my destiny I wasn’t expecting it. In fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t even sure that I believed in G-d. But when I ran headlong into an alternate plane of reality, I saw clearly that it was vaster, deeper and far more compelling than anything I had believed possible before.
Racing Toward Destiny
That was 27 years ago. Since then, more than my own life has changed. During the past 27 years, the train of history has traveled many stops en route to its ultimate destination. And its speed is accelerating day by day.
We are living today in the times spoken of by sages and prophets. This is a time of transition between the old order and the new. It is a time of crisis and of awesome possibility. The potential of these times is unprecedented – both for good and ill. During these times we can choose to remain small, confused and helpless – or, instead, to embrace the G-d-given power that each of us has been given to change the world for good.
If we choose to turn our backs on our messages, we remain like wanderers in the dark, confused, isolated and disempowered. But if we choose instead to open our eyes, to see and hear those messages, to put the pieces of the puzzle together and see the picture as it actually is, it can make all the difference – not only for us personally, but for the world at large.
You Have the Power
The Torah teaches us to view the entire world as hanging perfectly balanced between good and bad, deserving or undeserving. That means that your one act, no matter how small, can literally tip the scales. It can make all the difference in the world.
If you choose, you can use your power to reach out to heal a broken relationship or soothe a wounded heart, to share your time or money with someone who needs it, to say some sincere words of prayer, or to do an extra mitzvah and bring more Divine light into the world. Any of these things are intrinsically good and will almost certainly change your life and the lives of those around you.
But it goes even farther than that. By watching for your opportunities, listening for your messages, reading between the lines, and embracing your authentic power, you can help bring us all safely home.
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