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It is often said when friends or family are looking for toivos e.g cheaper goods.
Good Luck to Gerrer Chassidim. Among Chassidim they definitely have the most Torah learning. They do have weird minhogim that any outsider would find hard to follow. Most Gerrer chasiddim marry into gerrer families whereas other chasiddim can and will “intermarry”
No I am definitely not Moshe Rose.
Why oh WHY are we discussing a person? since when is that allowed??
As a cancer sufferer I can only BEG anyone who smokes to stop NOW. Cancer hurts – It is a very lonely difficult nisoyoin. I asked a Rebbetzin about how to influence bochurim to stop smoking – She told me we cant bec. there are Magidei shuirim and even Roshei Yeshivas that smoke. I have news for you Torah will not protect you against cancer.
Hello Kitty. I know I can’t feel your pain. My spouse B”H has great backup support. Try and find someone who can help you. Surgery and treatment is a very hard lonely road to travel…. Keep strong and know that you really can make a difference. I have had 3 surgeries, chemo and need more surgey after YomTov. It is those people that have stood by me through thick and thin who I value the most. Like I said previously my daily phonecall from one of my friends does such a lot for me.
As a fighter, I beg you: to stop smoking and help your friends and family to stop smoking.
Also: Go to your screening tests. So many of us think, I’m too busy or there is nothing wrong with me….Mine was diagnosed through screening I had no obvious signs or any inkling that something may be wrong.
Kitty: Don’t be down make a determined effort to help those going through this illness. We don’t need a lot. One of the things I value the most is a daily phonecall from a friend.
Sheitels are way over priced. If only we could all decide together that we will not spend those prices the cost would have to come down.
http://www.echinuch.com has great ideas
There are 2 things very wrong about shietels:
1. The Cost (Buying and Maintaining)
2. Wanting a shietel to look so natural that you have to look twice to see if the lady is wearing one!
Q-TIP IT!
Back in the 1920’s when Polish-American entrepreneur Leo Gerstenzang invented cotton swabs as a safer way to clean his baby’s ears, he called his product “Q-Tip.” Actually, his first name-choice was “Baby Gay” – but that didn’t sell, so the by-now familiar name emerged. Mr. Gerstenzang chose “Q” for Quality . . . and he must have been on to something, because Q-Tip has become a household word (and we’ve developed a whole ‘another set of connotations for ‘Baby Gay.’)
Which made Q-Tip a good choice for an acronym that’s going ’round in motivational workshops these days: Quit Taking It Personally! I have a jar of those little white-tipped tools on my vanity, and every morning they remind me to use this quick-and-easy stress reduction technique: Q-Tip It!
You get the picture . . . and the image, too. Stress is not what happens to us. It’s our response TO what happens. And RESPONSE is something we can choose.
So – Q-Tip It! Let Mr. Gerstenzang’s little white-tipped tool be a memory-hook, a way to ease your personal stress reactions, the way YOU choose to respond to the happenings of your days.
xbp: Start believing in yourself. Take one task and work on it till perfection eg setting a party table. Learn a few napkin patterns, and have a few other little bits and bob to the table – You will feel so good when praised for a beautiful table. After that decide on another task – I think you will soon learn to believe in yourself. Good Luick
A water carrier
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I
planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
Build a better world said G-d
And I asked how?
The world is such a vast place and so complicated now
I am small and useless
What can I do?
G-d in all His wisdom said, “Just build a better you.”
I am having the same problem.
WellInformedYid: I think you have the right idea of Tisha Bav.
I think us talking about how we fasted misses the point.
I say Och in Vei Moshiach did not come…
Lets hopeand daven he comes soon
I am fighting cancer at the moment. I hope one day soon soon to add myself to the list of survivors. Just some points that I thought I might share with you to help us win this fight!
All of you out there who are well please remember, we are not contaminated. I can’t tell you how many people walk past me or pretend I’m not there. I understand fully that you don’t know what to say. How about “so nice to see you, or I like your shietel.” Please don’t ask me my prognosis or where I am up to in treatment etc. I don’t expect you to tell me your medical history!
Please don’t say “ring me if you need me.” I won’t.
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate those who regularly call me, even if it’s for a short hi! There are some who say I was scared to call you. Why? The worst is I can’t come to the phone or it’s not a good time. A friendly phone call really breaks the day.
I bensch those friends and neighbours who brought/bring plain cooked foods – chicken, fish salads.
I have one friend (I never really knew her before) who brings me Cd’s. Another friend brings me light reading material.
Please don’t tell me how bad I look. Don’t tell me that this a punishment….
B”H I am doing well and stay positive. Bezras Hashem, Moshiach should come and bring all of us Yeshuos and refuos with the geulo shleimo.
I think this is a great Moshol to remind us to go on even if/when the going is hard.
Leaving the City of Regret
I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. I’m talking about my annual “Guilt Trip.”
I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of what might have been. No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.
As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year’s most important event, the Annual Pity Party. I wasn’t going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.
First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should Have, Would Have and Could Have. Then came the I Had family. You probably know ol’ Wish and his clan. Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost. The biggest family would be the Yesterday’s. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share.
Then Shattered Dreams would surely make and appearance. And It’s Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don’t Blame Me and I Couldn’t Help It.
Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent “pity party” could be cancelled by ME! I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there. I didn’t have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN’T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret immediately and left no forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I’ve made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them.
So, if you’re planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a place called, Starting Again. I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbours, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so very helpful. By the way, you don’t have to carry around heavy baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. G-d bless you in finding this great town. If you can find it — it’s in your own heart — please look me up. I live on I Can Do It street.
I just received this email. I know its not about Tznius but it is written so beautiful to remind us to look what is in the person:
Clay Balls
A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!
Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.
Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!
It’s like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn’t look like much from the outside. It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.
We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.
There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as G-d sees them.
I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with you. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.
APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE
THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!
Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!
If Moshiach was to come now would we feel happy with what we are wearing? (not too tight, not too short etc.)
Years ago I had a huge goiter on my thyroid. I was physically unable to do the first 2 buttons of my blouse because it was so swollen. One day, sitting waiting for a shur to begin a lady comes over to me and says loudly No thats wrong and begins to do up my blouse!I have since had it out and am B”H fine.
I learnt then how important it is to tell people tactfully…
I know I have written it before but we need to remember Rebetzin Braunstein z”l always said: that as men have the Mitzvah of learning Torah we Have the Mitzva of Tzinuis. We sometimes look at ladies and think “She is so so frum, because she dresses modestly”
Its not out of our reach and after 120 we will be asked if we dressed modestly, (among other things connected to Tzinuus)
As with all operations there are risks involved. I have seen people do this operation and lose weight drastically. I know 3 people who had severe complications.
Publisher is part of Microsoft office. I use it with quite a few diffwerent Hebrew fonts. Google “publisher tutorial” for tips on how to use the programme and to help you get started. Hatzlocho
I find working with Publisher great as long as you have the Hebrew font that you want to work with downloaded.
Eat grapes, and watermelon (inc. your usual diet) for a few days before the fast.
I have been thinking: Perhaps we need to have a more positive attitude, a feeling that Moshiach is coming – even before Tisha Bav this year!
After my baby was niftar my dear sister took in my other children and paid for my husband and me to go on holiday.
My sister and I were talking how everyone is washing and doing their last preparations for the nine days. All houses are clean and beautiful, if only in preparation for Moshiach!
Every time I go to Eretz Yisroel this is what I feel:
I feel positively elevated.
People make do with a lot less.
They are spiritually higher than us.
One can “feel” Shabbos, YomTov, and other days like Tisha Bav. One can feel Chanuka. Purim etc. One feels it much much more than Chutz Leretz!
“Your sister loves you so much I know she will delighted for me to give you clics”, felts or whatever he might enjoy.
Praise helps too.
Check he is sleeping and eating enough and happy at hs play scheme.
I would also recommend having his hearing and sight checked.
Hatzlocho, Keep Cool.
I went to one of the saddest shivas last night. There were 10 children sitting shiva for a father who rejected them, for a father who never cared for them, for a father who kept their mother chained for about 15 years refusing to give her a get…
It really got me thinking about us, towards the Eibishter especially now in the 3 weeks.
We know Hashem loves us, He wants us, He cares for us, He is waiting for us to make a move. What is stopping us??
Divide campers into groups. Give each the same amount of balloons and scotch tape. See who can build the largest standing tower in a given time.
There are some BTs who continuously remind us of their status. I am afraid they are asking to be discriminated against!
There are some who blend in well with the crowd, and to those Kol Hakovod Well Done.
Depends what kind of things interest you. Shops? e.g Harrods Marks and Spencer, Selfridges
Palaces? Buckingham, or Kensington
Zoos?
Parks?
Exibitions?
Thames
London Eye
I add a little bit of baking powder, which helps make light fluffy kneidelech.
I used to have a cleaner who came to me from her part time job in a Jewish Care Home. She came wearing a dark blouse with a proper collar, and a black skirt that well covered her knee. She also wore black 40 Denier tights. One day I asked her about the clothes she wore. She explained to me when she took her care home job she agreed (and signed) to wear the requested clothes. She said she respected this request. She also said if she worked for Moslems she would need to follow their requests.
We are working for the Ribbono Shel Oilam. Can we not show our respect to Him with the clothes we wear??
I got this email which I think says a lot. The clothes we wear should be suitable for all situations:
Moshiach is on his way – are you ready?
Do You Have Something to Wear when Moshiach Comes?
After a week filled with fear and awe, we feel that there is so very much to beg for now, during the Yomim Nora’im. Beseeching Hashem for Bi’iyas HaMoshiach has finally become something real and tangible.
On Rosh Hashona, my family discussed what it will be like when Moshiach comes and how we are all looking forward to his arrival. It was then that my mother asked, “Have you decided what you’re going to wear to greet Moshiach?” The whole family got very nervous. I could not think of one outfit in my entire wardrobe in which it would be befitting for the Avos,Imahos, Moshe Raabeinu, Dovid Hamelech, Devorah Haniviah, etc. to see me dressed. How could I appear before them with my skirt just covering my
knees? Maybe my new suit is okay. No, the problem is that it’s tight fitting. Can I wear my skin-tone stockings? But how would Sorah Imainu know there’s something there? She’ll think it’s my bare leg!? How can I wear my Shabbos shoes with those high platforms? What will Moshiach say to that? I really like one of my new Shabbos outfits, but it reaches my ankles. Is that
really appropriate for me to wear?
We all experienced a sinking feeling. How is it possible that we have nothing to wear to greet Moshiach although our closets are packed with clothing? Then someone commented, “If all our clothes aren’t good enough for Moshiach, why are they okay to wear now?” If we have been crowned by Hakadosh Boruch Hu with the most precious adornment, “Bonim Atem La’Hashem Elokeichem” shouldn’t we always look like B’nos Melech? We were all speechless. We had absolutely nothing to say for ourselves. On the Yom Ha’din we had to confess that we have nothing in which we would feel omfortable to appear before Moshiach. Suddenly the solution hit me like a
bolt of lightning. “I think I’ll wear my Bais Yaakov uniform! That is something I’ll feel good about wearing.” Imagining to myself the throngs of Bais Yaakov girls all going to greet our holy ancestors in one united uniform. My heart swelled with a warm glow.
But why is that my uniform is the only outfit of which Moshiach will be proud?!
What are we doing to make Tisha Bav a YomTov?
Do we really long for Moshiach?
We don’t know if we will take our houses with us to Eretz Yisroel, if not would you happily leave yours?? I would gladly!
try soothing music
“Even regarding a real rasha, I don’t believe that most of us are capable of disrespecting their actions because they are wrong. We disrespect our neighbor because we are insecure, our Rav because we don’t want to listen to him, our son’s Rebbi because we want to believe our son is eternally blameless, our mother in law for whatever, our spouse, our co-workers…”
I think this is so true but that is how unfortunately we breed disrespectful people!We don’t need to push our insecurities on our neighbors. How do we dare not listening to our Rav?? Is he not there to give us a Psak that we need to follow however painful it is!
What kind of an education do we give our children if we take their side in school agreeing that their Rebbi/Teacher is wrong!
Oy Vey voy!
I have a strong feeling there is a lot more to this question. Which married man gets remarried? Was his marriage a proper marriage?
My Rebba told me not to take on kabbolos because in time most people tend to get lax, and they eventually are neglected. He told me to take something I am doing already and work to improve on it. e.g take a brocho – shehakol and say it with more kavono.
Aura: Best of Luck on your new journey. Most bakeries sell whole wheat challos/bread. You can also buy spelt bread, challos, or matzos.
The person who made Dor Yeshorim did so to try and help prevent heartache in Klal Yisroel because he suffered having lost a few children to Tay Sachs.
We must remember that our mitzva in life is tznius as men have their mitzva of Limmud Hatorah. I heard this from Rebetzin Braunstein z”l
We also must remember that Tzinius is also in the way we behave, and the way we talk…..
I think this a great Moshol:
There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a
bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to
hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven
37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He
discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those
nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the
boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold
his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able
to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He
said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the
fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in
anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife
in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
What do you do with your Anger?
For those who consider testing before marriage is a lack of bitachon, if after marriage you were chas vesholom to have a T.S. child would you sing the same tune???
I think to regain sensitivity we must think before we speak! Once said words cannot be recalled and they can hurt.
I do feel very strongly that we have to mantain a division between male and female – Basic Tzinuis.