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What sets the Jewish people apart from the rest of the world is our ability to infuse everyday life with kedushah, elevating the mundane to a higher plane.
The 60 runners that ran a 200-kilometer race last Wednesday night from Brooklyn’s Prospect Park to Sullivan Community College weren’t running for glory. They didn’t face 125 miles of grueling heat so that they could have bragging rights. The men who ran through the night and into the next day, did it for one reason and one reason only; to raise money for Mendy, a 39-year-old Flatbush father of five who is fighting Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease.
Living with ALS is an expensive proposition. Not only are those stricken with this incurable, degenerative ailment faced with a loss of income, they also incur staggering medical bills. Like so many others before them, Shmayie Friedman, Motty Katz and Chezky Rosenblum, co-founders of Jrunners, decided to organize a fundraiser to help a friend and his family. Instead of organizing a dinner, barbeque, or shiur, they planned a unique event: a 125- mile marathon, through Brooklyn, Manhattan, New Jersey and Rockland, Orange and Sullivan counties.
The runners were an eclectic bunch, with 12-year old Chaim Rosenblum, son of JRunners co-founder Chezky Rosenblum, the youngest of the group, whose members hailed from near and far. By the time the race ended in Loch Sheldrake this group of men were all inextricably bound together by their willingness to help someone most of them had never even met.
The air in Prospect Park was electric when the race finally kicked off at 9 p.m., with Shea Rubenstein singing both HaTikvah and The Star Spangled Banner. The course took the runners from Prospect Park over the Brooklyn Bridge, up the path sandwiched between the West Side Highway and the Hudson River and over the George Washington Bridge. As the runners continued along the magnificent Palisades overlooking the Hudson, making their way north through Bergen County, New Jersey, the first major exchange point took place at the CNBC parking lot in Fort Lee. Crowds of people who came to cheer on the runners enjoyed catering by Carlos and Gabby’s and an Eli Beer kumzitz that ran from 10 p.m.- 1 a.m.
All along the course the runners experienced a special sense of camaraderie and marveled at the spirit of unity that prevailed despite differences in race, religion, level of observance and age. The teams ran through the damp night air, making their way to the Wesley Kosher shopping center in Monsey where two Shacharis minyanim, a live broadcast with JM in the AM’s Nachum Segal, and a sumptuous Bubba’s Bagels breakfast awaited them. After filling their stomachs, they attended to their neshamos with words of inspiration by Rabbi Bentzion Shafier.
As the day grew warmer, many of the runners found the running strenuous, but they persevered. The Pine Island exchange point, the last before the finish line, was the location for Minchah and a much-needed lunch of overstuffed deli subs with all the trimmings and even saut?ed liver, supplied by House of Glatt of Crown Heights.
The excitement was palpable in the Loch Sheldrake air as the first group of runners approached the finish line at Sullivan Community College Thursday afternoon. Thousands went wild as Moishe Gams, whose foot was run over by a car during the first leg of the race yet still managed to complete his 12
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Rewind sixty years to 1953.
Television was considered kosher by most and featured the likes of Desi Arnaz, Lucille Ball, Jack Benny, George Burns, Red Buttons, Perry Como, Arthur Godfrey, Clayton Moore as The Lone Ranger, Dinah Shore, Red Skelton, Danny Thomas, Jack Webb as Joe Friday on “Dragnet” and many others who provided great memories.
Yet all are part of one neshamah, planted in rich, verdant soil, determined to grow. May our garden continue to produce a glorious assortment of flowers and trees, each attached firmly to its roots. Our diverse southern vegetation flourishes and grows into different trees, flowers, and fruits, and a rainbow of glorious shades and hues appears. Yet each shoot is rooted in the same soil, stretching its branches and blossoms heavenward in an endless pursuit of growth and connection to the One above.
This past Lag B’Omer, we were blessed to make our first upsherin, where we celebrate our son’s first hair cut. It’s a wonderful milestone that mimics the three years that we refrain from plucking a tree’s first fruits and symbolizes the entry of the child into the world of Torah learning. It’s a clear sign to everyone; this boy is no longer a baby.
Although there are more direct and faster routes to Beer Sheva and Eilat and all the sites and towns in-between, the Basor River is one of the beauties of the Negev that defiantly justifies a diversion.
The importance of death customs has been ingrained in me since birth. When I served as a shomeret for my grandmother, I was instructed not to eat, drink or perform a mitzvah in the same room. In the shock of death, it seemed rather inane to be told it would be considered mocking the dead. My grandmother was gone; she couldn’t do those things because she didn’t exist anymore, a fact that still makes me tear up.
I would have to say that one of the most annoying things about having a newspaper advice column, aside from all these people writing to me and asking for advice, is that they frequently don’t tell me WHY they’re asking.
Rav Yosef Shalom Elyashiv zt”l, who passed away on 28 Tammuz, (July18) this year at age 102, spent all of his days and most of his nights learning Torah. He was the paramount leader of our generation, and inspired tremendous awe and reverence in everyone who knew him. Now, every woman has the stunning opportunity to do something in his memory. A Sefer Torah is being written in his memory and women around the world have the chance to dedicate a letter.
Due to her family situation, it is understandable that she will have more responsibilities than other girls her age, but she would benefit from having some free time and receiving more appreciation for her hard work.
For children, summer means outdoor sports, picnics, and of course, no school! Teachers and students work hard all year long – and everyone deserves a break from education over the summer. However, this two-month break can often have some pretty devastating consequences.
It was only after we celebrated the great news that we were expecting twins that we saw the first sign of problems. First of all, my wife was losing, not gaining weight, even as the babies continued to grow normally. Soon after, routine blood work revealed that my wife was suffering from gestational diabetes.
Rabbi Pinchas Gruman is the new rav of the Minyan at Aish Tamid.
One of the most respected Torah figures in Los Angeles, Rabbi Gruman has been described as “The Los Angeles link in the mesorah of the yeshiva world” by Rabbi Nachum Sauer. As a talmid in Lakewood in the 1950s, Rabbi Gruman received semicha from Rav Aaron Kotler, zt”l, and Rav Moshe Feinstein, zt”l. Soon after, he moved to Los Angeles.
It’s hard to believe that June is finally here, but one look through the day’s mail is enough to convince me that the school year is almost over and summer will be here before I blink. What makes me say that? The plethora of large cream envelopes, addressed in calligraphic letters, bearing stamps with pictures of creamy white roses.
If you have high school aged kids, chances are that very soon you are going to start seeing the warning signs. The pale, nervous faces. The eyes, ringed by dark circles due to lack of sleep. The irritability, tinged with impending hysteria. That’s right, finals are coming and your normally moody, unpredictable and volatile teenager is about to become moodier, more unpredictable and volatile beyond belief.
I know this is supposed to be a consumer column, but let’s face it. We have all just spent the last few weeks preparing, cleaning and shopping until our credit cards begged for mercy and our family members have started wondering if Windex is our new signature scent. The last thing anyone wants to be thinking about right now is buying more stuff, making home improvements or otherwise planning ahead.
New York’s Jewish community is still reeling after a young Williamsburg couple and their unborn child were killed early Sunday morning by a speeding car allegedly driven by a Bronx resident with a lengthy list of serious run-ins with the law.
So there is good news and bad. Which one do you want to hear first? Me? I always want to hear the bad news first. I need to get it over with. So here goes. Purim 2013 is now something we can discuss in the past tense and that can only mean one thing. Actually two.
What may be the final chapter in a long standing debate between a real estate developer and a Manhattan synagogue has been written, as a New York State appellate court judge ruled in favor of developer Jack Braha, owner of the building, and denied the Sixteenth Street Synagogue’s interim stay of eviction, enabling Braha to oust the synagogue from its home of 67 years.
I am not one of those people who start cleaning for Pesach the minute the menorah gets put away and, in fact, I typically indulge in denial until the last possible moment. However, after making Pesach in my so-called Pesach kitchen for the first time, I realized just how useful a Pesach kitchen could be.
It’s not every day that a chassidic singer, a guitarist and a drummer find themselves submerged in six feet of water.
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