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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review June 5, 2013/ 27 Sivan, 5773

Meaningful conversations between strangers

By Sharon Randall




http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | On a recent flight -- one of 20 that I've been on in the past two months -- I wrestled my carry-on into the overhead bin and collapsed in a seat on the aisle.

I was hoping to get lucky and have an empty seat beside me to stretch out in. Apparently, a flight attendant read my mind.

"We have a full flight today," she announced, "so please place smaller items under the seat in front of you and leave the overhead bin for larger items that won't fit below."

An image flashed in my brain: Me, curled up, sound asleep and grinning in the overhead bin.

The image was short-lived.

"Excuse me," said a young man, nodding at the window seat beside me. "That's me."

I climbed out and he climbed in, shoved a backpack under the seat and buckled his seat belt.

He was wearing a Miami Heat hat. I started to say I wanted the Pacers to beat the Heat in the playoffs. But before I could speak, he pulled his hat over his eyes and began to snore.

Fine. Some days I want to talk. Other days I don't. This was definitely a "don't talk" day. I'd done nothing but talk for weeks, it seemed, and I did not want to talk anymore. Not even about basketball. I just wanted to sit back and enjoy the ride.

An older woman -- yes, slightly older than I am -- took the seat across the aisle and started reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" on her Kindle. The print was big enough for me to read it, too. Not that I did. Or would.

Finally, all the bins were shut, all seats were filled, all rules and regulations and instructions were recited. (Personally, I think anybody who has to be told more than once to buckle a seat belt or shut off a cellphone shouldn't be allowed out in public, let alone on a plane.)

And once again the miracle began, as some 200 wingless, earthbound creatures "slipped the surly bonds of Earth ... and touched the face of G0D."

Those words are from "High Flight," a poem by John Magee, an American who served in the Royal Canadian Air Force and died at the age of 19, in a midair collision in World War II.

I memorized that poem in high school, years before I ever boarded a flight, and I still think of it most every time I fly.

I was trying to recite it from memory, but got distracted and decided instead to eavesdrop.

The woman across the aisle had quit "Fifty Shades of Grey" to listen to a woman on her right describe a diet on which she hoped to lose 30 pounds.

One row up, two young men were discussing commitment.

"She wants to get married and have a baby," said one.

"Gonna do it?" said the other.

"I don't want to lose her," said the first. "But I don't know if I'm ready to get married. And I'm not sure if I'll ever want kids."

And behind me, a young woman was pouring her heart out to the man beside her, and wondering if she should quit her boring job and go back to school to become a teacher.

What struck me about those conversations is they all took place between total strangers who talked honestly, listened closely, offered good advice and actually seemed to care.

I hoped God was listening.

In a different seat, I might've asked for more details about "Fifty Shades of Grey" or the diet to lose 30 pounds.

I might have told the commitment-phobic guy that you can't always be sure about everything in life, but you need to be dang sure about marriage and children.

Or I might've said to the young woman behind me that life is too precious to waste it being bored and the world surely needs more good teachers.

But they didn't need me to say anything. They figured it all out together, without me.

Sometimes you don't need to talk. You just need to listen.

Flying is not the only way to touch the face of G0D.

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Previously:


Thank Goodness for little things

Lucky for all sorts of reasons

I promised myself he'd never have a stepdad

Did I hear it?

Other People's Stuff

Imprinted geography: Home is wherever the mountain is

Long-overdue thank-yous

My sister's big news

Finding peace wherever I can; at the moment and in memory

I wish someone had told me this before it took years off my life

The best part of being a grandparent

Feasting on scraps: The reality behind a life habit

The only tradition to keep absolutely

The class hears from the teacher's mom

We live in different towns, but share the same home

The value of one true friend

With Sandy raging, a 'which' kind of day

The connections that truly matter

Children don't need much --- but need to know they matter

Cancer is everyone's story

When does 'happily ever after' begin?

Is there ever a good way to say goodbye?

The being and the finding

When fishing, she lands companionship

Trophy sunsets

Helping a friend find the way

A home abloom with family and sunflowers

Healing is our highest calling

Needing help can really make you feel so, well . . . helpless

The bedspread from hell

A phone call to treasure

It was close to the best gift my father had ever received

It was the right time --- not a moment too late or too soon

25 tips for staying married

Some people water your soul --- a storm worth waiting for

Driving country roads helps restore hope

Confessions of a bad-weather magnet

The new star of my husband's harem

Shared family moments are precious, irreplaceable

What I'll remember from serving on the jury in a murder case

When someone walks into your life and never lets you go

Look for beauty

We can't always 'be there' when we're needed

Picture-perfect memories

To love someone is to want to hear all their stories

With age should come at least some wisdom

A story for my grandson

Regretting she didn't help out a woman in need

Post-holiday-visit blues

For 2012, tuck some hope into your wallet

The measure of a time well spent is not where you went or what you did. It's the way you smile remembering it

Treating people we love like the Jello salad at Thanksgiving dinner

We all need something or someone to pull for

Hold on to treasured words, don't trust memory

A storybook princess

Love reaches forward, never back

How to Watch a Sunset

Waiting often comes with gifts

An exceptional book club

There is no guilt in moving forward

Celebrations full of love and buttercream

It takes a whole village of shoes to raise a child

The best stories always tell us who we are

Stop, look back . . . and listen

The great outdoors, if one's lucky, a rock-solid companion

An iChat with my grandson

Lightening bugs and other things make us glow

Each and every Fourth of July a cause for celebration



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