Not any time - all the time.

For sure.

Gimmel Tammuz

Today, the third day of the Hebrew month of Tamuz marks the 15th yahrtzeit, the anniversary of the passing, of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, of righteous memory.

The Rebbe touched the lives of millions. He taught, advised, encouraged, and gave meaning to the lives of so many. And, most of all, he cared for every human being, and dearly loved every Jew.

It is a day to increase our energy, enthusiasm and joy in fulfilling our life's mission. It is a particularly auspicious time for all of us to reflect on the extraordinary lessons of the Rebbe's life and to try and perpetuate his enormous legacy of contagious love to all.

On this auspicious day, please join Jews worldwide in increasing in Torah study, reciting an additional prayer, and increasing in acts of charity. Let us also try and apply some of the Rebbe's care and selfless dedication to our own family and friends. There can be no more fitting tribute to the Rebbe than millions of good deeds, performed on his day.

In this merit may we see the coming of Moshiach immediately.

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A Bris - A Chok - A Hachloto

The Bris.
Remember the peace treaty ...when there will be an argument....remember that bris.
The pact!
It's a chok - we will be forever friends!
Even if we don't feel the friendshipness in the midst of our disagreement.

The pain.
Remember the sorrow.....when you will slip....remember that pain.
That hachloto!
It's a chok - we will be forever holy! Even if we don't feel the pain at that moment.

Oy

Beware of the ramifications of your actions and even your words....

"Who goes there?" barked the policeman.

"Bittul is going", was his reply.
In Russian.

Whence do we know that Torah knowledge permanently remains only in an individual who gives his very life (as it were) for it?
From the verse, "When a man dies in a tent," i.e. he gives his very life to be in the "tent of Torah," renouncing all wordly pleasures.

A tear

Bancroft Middle School's 8th grade culmination.
Four hundred and twenty students.
One Jew. Globally retarded.
My child.
My Sheina.

Who can feel my pain?
Who can see my tear?
Who can comprehend?
Who wants to comprehend?

I stand alone.

Boruch Hashem.
For then you too would be pained.

"Family" Picture :)

Life.

My life is a boat ride. In stormy weather.