My Yiddish “Grateful Diary” is an imaginary book in which I
write all the wonderful things in my life for which I am thankful.
Each morning when I first awake my thoughts are of a
beautiful rose and how some people say, “Yes, but roses have thorns.” Then I
say, “Yes, but I think how lucky thorns are, for they have roses.”
My blessings start with that first phone call every morning
to my daughter Debbie in Florida. Since it is 3 hours earlier, I start off the
day on a real high. I wish every father would have a daughter like my Debbie.
She is so upbeat!
Yiddish has brought me friendships from afar. Yesterday I
spoke with Harold Goldstein of Fishkill, NY who turned 102 last August and is
sharper than many 70 year-olds I know. He told me that at 100 he went sailing
on the Hudson.
Then there are my regular Skype buddies in Winnipeg and
Toronto. Sitting there in front of my screen, I feel that we are together in my
living room. To this are the frequent phone calls to: New York; Washington DC
area; Monroe Township, NJ; West Bloomfield, MI; Sarasota, West Palm Beach,
Delray Beach, and Tamarac, (all in Florida) Phoenix, AZ; those wonderful,
wonderful folks in the Cleveland area; and many in the Greater Los Angeles
area.
Emails, emails, emails are my major means of hearing your
wonderful stories and just shmuesing.
With a wonderful wife, Sally, my dear friends in the blind
community, and those at Peninsula Sinai Congregation, my cup doth truly run
over.
My severe loss of vision is a mixed blessing. I get and
extra $600 tax deduction. People chauffeur me around, and there is the free bus
pass.
Hey, Fishl, what about all those bad things that happen to
you like everyone else?
Yes, they are challenges to be overcome. Those for which no
one can do anything about are accepted just like accepting the nightfall as a
time to do nothing but sleep and not being able to do exciting things.
So, my Yiddish “Gratedful Diary”, you finally got me to
write in your “Book of Gratitudes”.
Remember to smile, it takes the pressure off your teeth.
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