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.
In my previous column I wrote about the importance of assigning minimal value to the utterances of those who make nasty, ego-wounding comments. Their comments should have the same weight as the noises coming out of a barking dog. Nothing to pay attention to. I want to make it clear that I am not against criticism. No one is perfect – only God possesses that attribute – and there are behaviors and choices and actions that a person can improve upon that should be pointed out – but it should be done in a benign and encouraging manner, not like the verbal equivalent of a punch. One of the most insightful lessons I learned about human interaction was in first grade in my day school. Though I don’t remember the exact details, it had to do with a death that had occurred in the parsha. My teacher pointed out the wording of the pasuk that indicated how news of the death was gradually and gently given to the niftar‘s relatives so that it would not come as a wrenching shock. Bad news was to be delivered with tact and sensitivity. So, too, should criticism be given with verbal kid gloves. Instead of being blunt and abrupt and saying to someone, “Your hair is a mess” or coldly looking someone up and down and pointing out that she is too fat for the outfit she is wearing, thereby making the recipient of your criticism feel like a failure or inadequate, you should instead say, “You have such pretty hair and while you look great, by brushing your hair to the side you’ll look even prettier.” For the child/spouse/friend wearing clothes that don’t fit, you can suggest that the outfit probably shrank when it was washed, or that the child must have had a growth spurt and perhaps she can put on something just as pretty that might fit better. You can get your message across without decimating the person’s self-esteem. One of the worse possible things a person can do to their child, spouse or friend is to label them, by repeatedly attributing to them negative traits. Telling a child, for example, that he is stupid, or lazy, or bad sends the message that that is what they are. Many accept these statements as being true and a part of who they are – like having blue eyes. It’s something they can’t change – so why bother to try? Some people, parents in particular, believe that belittling their children by telling them they are stupid, or minimizing an achievement, “You got a 90, Yossi got a 97″ – will motivate them to try harder. Very often, tragically, that ploy backfires. The child gives up. Why bother even attempting to do better when you’re going to fall short? When, no matter what you do, you will not measure up because there is always someone on the radar who is better at it? This business of comparing a person to another erodes a person’s self-esteem and actually doesn’t make any sense. Every neshama is unique and has his/her purpose in life. Why compare an apple to broccoli? Physically, human beings more or less look the same but each soul is special and has to achieve what he or she was meant to achieve. And in the big picture everybody is a major contributor. One might be in awe of the architect who designed the 100-floor skyscraper. And, indeed, he should be praised for his vision and talent. But so, too, should the worker hammering the nails into the beams holding up the structure. His contribution is just as necessary as the architect’s in achieving the finished product. Had he tried to be an architect – something he wasn’t meant to be – he would have failed miserably. It is wrong to put pressure on a child or spouse or friend to be what they aren’t. If your wife isn’t a gourmet cook, don’t berate her. Praise her for what she is good at – like negotiating with the repair people. As I mentioned earlier, not giving weight to derogatory comments is the first step to a healthier lifestyle. Do not let others make you feel inadequate. Being yourself is the next. You are you – a unique entity Hashem created. Your job is to live your life – not attempt to live someone else’s image of what it should be. A big gadol, Reb Zusya exclaimed that when he died he wasn’t worried that he would be asked why he wasn’t like Moshe Rabbenu, but rather he was concerned he would be asked why he wasn’t like Reb Zusya. (To be continued)
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Leah Katz, a TeenZone camper at Oorah’s TheZone summer camp and an 11th grader at Midwood High School, read her winning essay about how TheZone changed her views on Judaism at the Jewish Heritage Awards Ceremony held at Brooklyn District Attorney Charles Hynes’s office in April. The purpose of the Jewish Heritage Essay Contest is to acquaint public school students with Jewish history and customs and to help foster a deeper understanding of Jewish culture. The contest is open to students of all ethnic and religious backgrounds. Leah’s essay is reproduced in full below.

Moshe Sharett, the head of the Jewish Agency’s Political Department, visited Egypt in 1945. In Cairo he met a most remarkable young woman, a beautiful journalist who was the darling of Egyptian high society – from high-ranking military brass, to culture icons and Muslim sheikhs, to the court of King Faruk.

The two proceeded to talk about everyday things and surprisingly her mother-in-law did not find anything else to criticize. This occurred a few more times, with my client changing the topic every time by complimenting her mother-in-law or mentioning something positive about her.
There is always a lot of confusion surrounding sensory processing disorder – mainly because there are many different diagnoses that fall under the catch-all phrase sensory processing disorder (SPD). Among them are three specific subcategories:
The doctor had warned us that even if we did everything right and followed the protocol after the follicle was of the right size, there was no guarantee of success. Fertilization still had to occur, and just like couples do not necessarily become pregnant every month, we had no way to know if we were actually expecting for two full weeks.
The next chapter of the award-winning novel.
Jewish Press columnist Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis, founder and president of Hineni, the international Torah outreach organization, recently addressed an overflowing audience at the Beth Jacob Congregation of Irvine in southern California. Rebbetzin Jungreis’s address theme, “Making a Good Relationship Magical,” was apropos for the evening’s main mission: raising funds for the Irvine community’s mikveh.
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You have probably been planning your marriage since you were about three. Let’s fast-forward to a big milestone– your twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. (Don’t worry, you don’t look a day over twenty one!) Now, would you appreciate your husband buying you a dozen roses that some florist recommended?
As I mentioned in my earlier articles about our family trip to Israel, our night flight went pretty smooth, thanks to my children’s willingness to sleep throughout the flight. I, on the other hand, didn’t sleep a wink and I wasn’t feeling too great by the time we landed. But we were finally in Israel, and just being in the beautifully renovated Ben Gurion airport and hearing all the Hebrew around us was exciting enough.
While all the flowers that grace your Shavuos table will surely be a delight to your eye, these will be a delight for your palette as well. Create them at any level, simple or sophisticated; any way you make them they’re sure to be a sensation.
Welcome back to “You’re Asking Me?” where we attempt to answer questions sent in by people who fortunately have fake names, so they won’t be embarrassed. I don’t know how they got through school, though.

One of the subjects I was taught as a young child in school was Tefillah. Since we spoke only Ivrit during our Limudei Kodesh and secular Hebrew studies – literature, creative writing and Jewish history – we pretty much understood the words we were davening.

Shortly before Pesach, I received a rather agitated call from a long time reader of The Jewish Press who pleaded with me to write a column regarding what she insisted was the unwarranted high cost of Pesach food – in particular shmurah matzah – and how hard it was for young families to pay what she felt were over-inflated prices in order to keep strictly kosher.
The price of deliberate obliviousness is very high – emotionally, physically, socially, and financially.
How is it possible that a person of seemingly normal intelligence (nowhere does it say he is simple) not have the ability to ask a question – to not react and enquire as to the why of the hustle and bustle around him?
It was one of those cold, rain-soaked evenings – the kind that make you look forward to a hot drink, a good book and a soft couch to curl up on. With those happy thoughts in mind, I proceeded to cross to the other side of the street.
The other day I was shopping at a large supermarket and happened to go down the frozen foods aisle, past the endless freezers containing every imaginable flavor, shape and size of ice cream. I rarely buy. Rather I am like a tourist in a museum – gawking at wondrous objects that I know I can’t take home with me.
He stood his ground despite the intense pressure to do what everyone else was doing. His integrity was more important to him than “fitting in.”
There is a wise Yiddish saying that translates into this observation: “Yichus (illustrious ancestors) is like potatoes – they are both under the ground.”
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