Communicated: TefillaChillul Tefila Bifarhesia, as well as halachicly challenged verbiage and dress, are external manifestations of a critical lack of personal yiras shomayim which has lethal consequences.
Most of you, my dear readers, are aware that many moons ago I was privileged to establish Hineni – the first kiruv (outreach) – movement, with the exception of Chabad. However, what many of you may not know is the extent to which Hineni mushroomed throughout the years and how it has expanded its activities to include many areas of outreach that range from beginners’ Torah classes to in-depth study of the Talmud, from small tots programs to shidduch introductions, from young couples to parenting seminars, from Shabbatons to High Holy Day Services, and from in-house to office and home study classes, to live webcasts that reach Jewish communities throughout the world.
These multi-faceted programs are, Baruch Hashem, conducted by my own children. My sons, as well as my daughters, are equally involved, and each, in his or her own unique way, has contributed to this phenomenal achievement that reaches the hearts and souls of our people.
Recently we celebrated our annual Women’s League Luncheon, and among our honorees were some spectacular young mothers who study Torah with my daughter, Slovi Wolff, author of, “Raising a Child With Soul.” As a result of the classes, these young women have illuminated their homes with the light of Torah and are imbuing their children with the spirit of our timeless heritage.
The following article is a transcript of the speech that one of our amazing honorees, the distinguished mayor of her town, delivered. I share it with you because it demonstrates how having Hashem in your life can enable you to confront even the most devastating challenges and convert the most crushing experiences into hope, strength and wisdom. I believe that in our turbulent society, this is wisdom we all need to absorb.
Good afternoon and thank you to the whole Hineni family – all of the people that make these great events and Torah classes in our communities happen. Thank you for touching our lives.
When I was a junior in college, a friend of mine was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and I wanted to do whatever I could to help her, so I decided to start an organization to raise money and awareness for people with MS. We had a few parties over the course of a year or two and the money we raised went into a large brown paper bag that sat in my bedroom.
It sat there for a long time. Until I was 22, when I was sitting at my desk at work and felt one side of my body go numb. I went to the chiropractor thinking it was a pinched nerve. It was not, and within the year, I myself was diagnosed with MS. I immediately thought back to the brown paper bag and realized that I had misplaced the money that we had raised for the MS charity. That moment I wrote a large check to the National MS Society.
G-d sends us messages in funny ways, middah k’neged middah – measure for measure. I hadn’t fulfilled my commitment to the charity, and now I would learn first-hand how needy it was. I was embarrassed that I was so irresponsible. I quickly learned the power of Tzedaka and the lesson of being a good fiduciary of other people’s money. In fact, it’s one of the most important things that I do as a mayor.
I was obviously devastated when my diagnosis was made. I was only 22 years old and, until that point, I thought I was blessed. 1) I had thought of myself as graceful, but now I didn’t know if I’d one day be unable to walk or dance or see. 2) I had a top Wall Street job – a job that fed on adrenaline, stress and intensity. I had spent my life building toward this career and now I would have to consider giving it up because MS is triggered by stress and fatigue. 3) I had always dreamed of having a big family of my own, but now I wondered if anyone would love me since I was so “imperfect” – and would I even still be able to have kids with MS?
At 22 and living on my own, I wasn’t religious/practicing. I had grown up traditional, gone to yeshiva all my life, but the person I was dating at the time wasn’t supportive of my keeping kosher and Shabbat and I just wasn’t strong enough at the time to push the issue. But after I was diagnosed, I wondered if G-d was still watching over me. How could it be if such a terrible thing could happen to me?
It was around that time that I had a conversation with my grandmother who, Baruch Hashem, is here today. My grandmother (I call her Bubby) is Orthodox and also a survivor of the Holocaust. She was sent to the gas chambers in Auschwitz, but they malfunctioned that day. Her parents, siblings, cousins and friends were murdered. Some people who survived the Holocaust turned away from G-d after the war. In a quiet moment, I sat down with my grandmother and asked her how it was that she was still religious after going through such a torturous experience. And she said to me, “Honey, I lost so much in the war, I couldn’t bear to lose G-d, too.”
Fast forward to today: I continue to fight my disease aggressively and thank G-d feel terrific… I found my husband – truly the man of my dreams. I like to say he has a Wall St. Journal in one hand and a Torah in the other. I have, thank G-d, delicious children. I have a very spiritual and religious home and have the distinct privilege to teach my children to recognize G-d’s blessings at every turn.
Most people I know do not know that I have MS. This is the first time in the 10 years that I have been living with MS that I am publicly sharing it. It was extremely difficult for me to write this speech. I am thankful and clearly see the hand of G-d in the abundance of therapies and medicine available for MS. I no longer feel abandoned. In fact, I see the tremendous blessing G-d has brought my family and me in many ways through my diagnosis.
Before – I was too busy to appreciate the people and blessings around me. I figured I would have time to focus on it some day in the future when I was done building my career.
I now take no day for granted. I now always make time for my family and friends. I always try to make the most out of every moment I have with the people I care about – to tell them and show them how important they are to me. No regrets. None of us have a guarantee of what tomorrow will bring. It’s a banality, but I now know that I have to live each day to its fullest. We were all created by G-d with a special purpose.
I now know that I have to be laser focused with the healthy time I have to ensure that I do what I am meant to do here. Whether it’s helping friends get through difficult situations – like I did …Whether it’s donating money to medical research – a cause that might not have been so important to me if I hadn’t been diagnosed with a neurological illness.
I know I have to be involved with organizations like Hineni that help us focus on what’s ultimately important in life despite all of our hectic schedules – another lesson I had to learn the hard way. The test I now apply to every day of my life is, “Am I using whatever skills and resources I have to achieve what G-d wants me to accomplish here?”
As you all know, I am now a mayor. I did not seek this position out. I am an accidental mayor. Most people who are mayors first aspire to be a mayor. Next, they become a trustee of the village board and then rise to the position of deputy mayor before they finally run for mayor. They rise up slowly through the ranks. In my case, when my family moved to my town, there were a lot of problems. I would often return from board meetings and cry to my husband. One day, I finally said to myself, “No more crying. I’m going to fight them.”
Over a three-year period, I became an expert on government and citizens’ rights. Through that knowledge, I, along with a small group of residents, got organized and started a civic association so that no one would feel helpless again. We successfully fought some of the more problematic policy issues and eventually replaced the mayor and two trustees with our candidates. That story is a speech unto itself….
At the time, it was not obvious to me that I should run for mayor. Remember – my test for myself every day is: “Am I doing what G-d means for me to do here?” The Torah teaches us “Aseh lecha Rav – Make for yourself a rabbi – a guide.” In this instance, I called Slovie and asked for her guidance.
Slovie asked me three questions when I asked for her advice: 1) “Is my husband OK with it?” – Yes. 2) “Will it make me a less patient mother?” – Doesn’t everything? 3) “Do I feel that I have the skills to be successful in this position?” I walked her through my resume and assured her that I could handle the finance, strategy, and the legal aspects of the position. But ironically, we didn’t talk about the most important skills that have informed my tenure: Torah values.
Not a day goes by that I am not tested by the wrong path. There are opportunities to become arrogant, to hear only one side of a story, to be catty and gossip, and to lose my cool when someone is incredibly difficult and nasty. But instead, I am constantly guided by the importance of humility, empathy, encouraging people to be good neighbors and avoid strife, and the pursuit of truth and justice. So, yes thankfully, Slovi, armed with these Torah values, I do feel I can handle the position.
Pirkei Avot – Ethics of Our Fathers, teaches, “Ba’makom she’ein anashim, hishtadel lihiyot ish – In a place where there are no men, strive to be a man.” In other words, when no one is leading or standing up for truth and justice, you stand up. We all have to do this. There’s a lot of garbage in this world – we see it every day in the media and even in our own lives. We must take leadership in our own homes and distinguish between right and wrong for our own families, and we must do the same in all our interactions, be they private or public, personal or general, we must stay the course.
There is a teaching that women have a special power to invoke the Name of G-d and bless people. I’d like to channel that power and leave you with a blessing: “May G-d grant you the strength to be leaders in your own lives and not wait until tomorrow to become who Hashem destined you to be.
Thank you for this honor.
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I watch my children use blocks to build a large structure, observing the trepidation with which they add each block. As the structure becomes larger there is a greater risk of it collapsing, thus bringing an end to an hour of playful labor. I anticipate what will happen when one child adds a block to the top floor, compromising the integrity of the building and resulting in the collapse of the entire structure. The argument that ensues is predictable, as each child blames the other for “ruining” the fun. As an adult, I wonder about the need to attribute blame. Will assigning blame be instrumental in rebuilding the structure?

In this week’s parshah the Torah discusses the halachos of when one steals from another and when confronted in beis din, the thief swears falsely with his denial that he stole. This parshah was already taught in parshas Vayikra; however, there are two halachos that the Torah adds in this parshah to this topic.
In order to carry from one’s home into the street (even when the area is enclosed by a properly constructed eruv), the eruvin ceremony must be performed. This ceremony involves the placing of food in one designated home on behalf of all Sabbath observers in the enclosed area. In order for the eruvin ceremony to be valid, however, it must be performed on behalf of all owners of streets and homes in the enclosed area.

Hymie was visiting Israel and enjoying an afternoon with his grandchildren in the park. After pushing them on the swings and watching them slither down the slides, he went to sit down on a bench in the corner of the park.
Question: On Friday night the chazzan in many shuls ascends the bimah for Kabbalat Shabbos but goes to the amud starting for Barchu. Why?
Question: As Shavuot is fast approaching – a holiday on which we dwell on the story of Ruth and the origins of the royal house of David – I was wondering if you could help me resolve something. Some people say that Rabbi Yehudah HaNassi, the redactor of the six orders of the Mishnah and a scion of King David, purposely kept any mention of Chanukah and the Hasmonean kings out of the Mishnah because the Hasmoneans improperly crowned themselves and ignored the rule that all Jewish kings are supposed to come from the tribe of Yehudah. Is this true?
Menachem
(Via E-Mail)
The Rema writes (Ohr Hachaim, 494:4), “It is customary to spread branches of trees in our synagogues and homes [on Shavuos] in order to commemorate that which the sages say [Rosh Hashanah 16a] that on Shavuos the world is judged concerning [how many] fruits the trees will produce [that year].”
Summer Eruvin
‘A Separate Contribution From Each’
(Eruvin 72b)
If a man suspects his wife of infidelity, he is to bring witnesses and warn her not to go into private quarters with the man in question. If she violates that warning, he is to bring her to the kohen, who will give her the “bitter waters” to drink. If she was falsely accused and was innocent, she will be blessed with children. If she was guilty, she will die a gruesome death.
A flash of red caught my eye, and I looked up and saw a cardinal perched on the picnic table on my deck. What a miracle, I marveled. You’re beautiful. Thanks, Hashem. And then my mind’s wheels began to roll, and it struck me that several miracle stories had come my way this week. The stories prodded me to think of and feel Hashem’s presence as a more tangible and vivid reality.
Over the years I’ve received letters from all over the world in which people share feelings and thoughts they’ve experienced upon becoming became Torah observant. Usually these letters arrive not long after the writers had heard one of my speeches. No matter where a particular speech took place, and no matter whether I spoke the language or had to use a translator, the magic always works. In reality, it’s not magic at all but a little voice in the soul – the “Pintele Yid,” that spark of G-d’s Word engraved on all our neshamahs. Here is one recent letter.
By the time these words are printed, there will be only a few more days left before Shavuos. We hope that up until that point, we will still have been counting the days of Sefiras Ha’Omer with a bracha, but we also know that too often, despite our best efforts, we drop out of counting with a bracha some time before the count is complete.
In this week’s parshah the Torah tells us that the bechorim were replaced by the levi’im to serve in the Mikdash. The Torah says that there were 273 more bechorim than levi’im. Those bechorim could not simply be replaced, and had to be redeemed. Hashem told Moshe that each bechor should give five shekalim to Moshe, who, in turn, should give them to Aharon and his sons. With that, they would be redeemed.
Question: Is there anything special that one should do on Yom Yerushalayim?
Question: As the shamash in a small community shul with an aging population, I am faced with numerous challenges. The following is only one of them. During sefirah, different people daven for the amud for Ma’ariv. Once, a bar mitzvah was one of them. On another occasion, a very recent ger lead the service. Were these individuals allowed to lead the congregation in counting sefirah? I also wonder, in general, if everyone should be trusted to lead the counting. What if someone forgot to count on one of the previous nights but does not inform anyone of this?
No Name
(Via E-Mail)

Over the years I’ve received letters from all over the world in which people share feelings and thoughts they’ve experienced upon becoming became Torah observant. Usually these letters arrive not long after the writers had heard one of my speeches. No matter where a particular speech took place, and no matter whether I spoke the language or had to use a translator, the magic always works. In reality, it’s not magic at all but a little voice in the soul – the “Pintele Yid,” that spark of G-d’s Word engraved on all our neshamahs. Here is one recent letter.

Last week I wrote about the many disappointments in life. So often we dream of something, wish for something, pray for something – only to discover that when it happens, it is not quite the way we envisioned it. I illustrated this concept through a Hungarian story I recalled from my childhood about a little boy who more than anything else wanted a rocking horse, a coveted toy in Hungary.
There is a Hungarian tale I’ve always found meaningful and yet sad. It is about a little boy who always wanted his own rocking horse. (In Hungry a rocking horse was a toy that belonged to only the privileged few.)
For several weeks now we’ve been discussing lack of gratitude – one of the most destructive forces in our society. When people think everything is coming to them, they become selfish, angry individuals. They do not know how to reciprocate. They do not know how to be grateful and, worse still, they become bitter and destructive elements in society. They make miserable sons, daughters and marriage partners. They have no regard for parents, grandparents, Torah teachers and the elderly.
As I’ve noted in recent weeks, appreciation is a lost concept in our society. Even when we are blessed by the many kindnesses of G-d, we tend to take them for granted and delude ourselves into thinking we are responsible for them all. In vain did our Torah warn us not to fall into the trap of “my strength and the power of my own hand accomplished this.”
My saintly father, HaRav HaGoan HaTzaddik Avraham HaLevi Jungreis, zt”l, taught me that before I address an audience I should ask myself, “What will the people take home from my message? What am I giving? Will it enhance their lives? Will it bring the individual closer to Hashem? Will it be a life-altering experience?”
Nachman and Raizy Glauber, a”h, were killed in a horrific automobile accident. Their unborn baby survived for a short time but then joined his parents in olam haba. The tragedy shocked us all.
Last week I published excerpts from a letter written by a suffering mother whose rebellious son had not only turned his back on his family but had also rejected his Jewish faith. This woman’s husband had given up on the young man but she was determined to keep the door open in the hope he would yet come back.
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