Archive for April, 2007

Random Acts of Kindness and Other Positive Occurances

In my everyday life, I love it when I hear or see people acting with kindness. I know that sounds preachy and self righteous, and I’m sorry. But, too often I am shaking my head in disbelief when I see people being rude and nasty. I’ve found that it takes as much energy to say or do something nice as it does to say or do something nasty (actually being nasty probably is more exhausting). With that in mind, I’d like to open up a forum for anyone and everyone to share moments or events that you’ve witnessed or taken part in. Please share acts of kindness or other positive occurances. Whether it’s seeing a young child hold a door open for an elderly person, or that you’ve recently delivered food to a family that is suffering from the illness of a family member (my own recent occurance). If you feel like you’re bragging–THAT’S OK. We all want to hear your event, it’s an inspiration to the rest of us. Think of this as Tikkun Olum–repairing the world.

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Hilary’s Hadassah Speech

Here’s a great posting from Bob. Somehow he has gotten a copy of a speech Hilary recently made to a chapter of Hadassah:

Ladies of Hadassah.
Let me start by saying how nice it is to be among mishpoche. I’m reminded of a Sunday morning a few weeks back when I was sitting with my husband, the former President, and our beautiful and talented daughter, Chelsea. (An investment banker now, by the way, with a very good company. I know I don’t have to tell you what a mecheiah it is, having a child like
Anyway, I was sitting having my usual bagel with some good nova and a schmear, and I said to my husband, “Bill-eleh. How fortunate we all are to be living in this great country of ours. I mean, sure, we’ve still got that momzer in the White House. Not to mention Cheney, that chazzer. Or the farshimulte meeskite running the State Department. And don’t even get me started on Gonzales, that little toochis lecker! A cholyera on all of them, I say!
“But this is my point. Where but in this beautiful country of ours would you find a boy named Grossman playing quarterback in the Super Bowl?
(Okay, he lost the game, but gay g’zind.) And where but in America would I be sitting down with Mrs. Feinstein and Mrs. Boxer not to drink Sanka and play mah jongg, but to decide the important domestic and foreign issues of the day?
And so, ladies, today as I reach out the hand of friendship to you, my shvestern, my landsmen, I come to ask that you join me in my quest. And to assure you that behind this goyishe punim is a yiddisher kop.
I hope to meet each of you personally at the lovely dairy brunch following this event. And I hope you’ll forgive me if I pass on the whitefish, it’s a little salty and I’m retaining. God bless America ! We should all live and be well!

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