This week, I went to visit my father, who resides with my brother in Passaic. My son from Lakewood called and asked if his son Yosef could come to see me while I was there. Always happy to see a grandchild, I said sure, although I wondered how Yosef would get to Passaic. I was so surprised when the door opened and the whole family popped in. The surprise visit made me smile and gave me an idea for this article. 

Surprises happen to everyone – sometimes deliberate and sometimes spontaneous, sometimes welcomed and sometimes not.

Every reader of the WWW has something to say about school. We have all gone to school and either hated it or loved it. And we send our children to school, where they have the same reactions. As is my custom, whenever I write an article, I ask every person I meet for their thoughts. This time, I asked for advice on how to prepare children for a successful year in school. Everyone had something to say – even the grandmother whose children are grown up, who said, “I have no advice, I am just happy to be finished with all that!”

All children have dreams of what they will be when they grow up. Every little boy wants to be a fireman or truck driver, and every little girl wants to be a nurse or morah. But not many people end up working in these jobs. Often the careers that excited us as children do not look so exciting once we are adults.  

My father kept an old framed letter hanging in his office for years and told us the story behind it many times. My grandfather was an antique dealer, and he wanted my father to be a judge. During World War II, my father’s family lived in a small town in England, where my grandfather became good friends with Rabbi Dessler, zt”l.

Rabbi Dessler convinced my grandfather to send my father to Gateshead Yeshiva when he was about 16. After spending time in yeshiva, my father lost his yearning to be a judge. He wrote a letter to his parents explaining his desire to stay in yeshiva and become a rebbe. His mother sent my father’s letter to Rabbi Dessler and asked him what they should do. Should they give up their dream of their son becoming a judge so he could stay in yeshiva? Rabbi Dessler wrote back, encouraging them to allow my father to stay in yeshiva. Here are some lines from the letter:

One of the most stressful things about being a parent is taking your child with a learner’s permit out to practice driving. I don’t think my father ever forgot what happened when he took me driving as a teenager. Suddenly, we found ourselves on the beltway going in the opposite direction of all the other cars. My father remained calm, and we quickly got off at the next exit, but it was very scary.

I remember one of my first driving experiences after I got my license. I lived on Yeshiva Lane and took the car to go to Shapiro’s, the kosher supermarket on the corner of Old Court and Reisterstown Roads. I turned right on Old Court but then was too scared to make a left turn into the Shapiro’s parking lot. I just continued driving straight, on and on, because I was afraid to turn around. Soon I was lost. This was in the days before cell phones and Waze. Finally, I was brave enough to pull over at a pay phone and call my mother. She called our neighbor and cousin, Sheftel Neuberger, z”l, who knew everything. After I described which billboards were in front of me he directed me on how to get home. 

When illness strikes, so much is at stake, yet a person feels like he is lost in a forest with no way out. Thankfully, our wonderful Jewish community has many organizations to help people who find themselves in that situation. There are a number of organizations in the NY/ NJ area that help people with everything, from expediting appointments to getting insurance coverage to running to a pharmacy for an unusual medication. They include Echo, Refuah Health Line, Chaim Medical, and RCCS. Our Baltimore organizations also help people with advocacy and referrals. All the organizations in both cities work together and assist each other serve the people who need their help. 

I have been thinking about simchas lately. This is a subject that affects almost every family. And while a simcha is truly a joyous occasion, a highlight in our ordinarily mundane lives, it comes with a myriad decisions and the delicate managing of relationships. I gleaned many of the ideas in this article from a collection of essays called Rays of Hope by Rabbi Chaim Zev Ginsburg.  

Are You Coming?

Whom to invite to the simcha and who should attend are