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Yehuda Green - Selichot 2011

Tuesday, 4th October 2011

 


Imagine the power of prayer and supplication with achdut (unity) and song:

Yehuda Green, Selichot 2011

Click on the three images below to watch the videos

Video 1   Video 2   Video 3

A valuable lesson

Sunday, 25th September 2011

 

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a £20 note.

In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this £20 note?"

Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this £20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the £20 note up. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.

"Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.  No matter what I did to the money, you still want it because it has not decreased in value.   It is still worth £20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.  We feel as though we are worthless.

But no matter what has happened or what will happen, we will never lose our value."
 

Don't Blame, Don't Complain campaign

Wednesday, 21st September 2011

 

The "Don't Blame, Don't Complain" Campaign can change your life.
 

Click the image below to view amazing inspirational video.  Where's the salt?

Where's the salt?

Click here for follow up on the Don't Blame, Don't Complain campaign, the wrist band competition.

 

Miracles on 9/11

Wednesday, 14th September 2011

 

Through the Valley of Death by Hatzalah

The personal miracle of a rescue worker buried beneath the rubble of the Twin Towers.  

An excerpt from the new book "Even in the Darkest Moments" by Zeev Breier. 

Click the image below to read this amazing story, an absolutely brilliant read!
 

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Shipwreck

Wednesday, 7th September 2011

 

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for G-d to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "G-d, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied. 
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because G-d is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. 
Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that is summon the help that you so desperately need.

The Bed By The Window

Tuesday, 30th August 2011

 

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.  The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.  Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it.  In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.  She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.  It faced a blank wall. 

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said,  “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”
 

Giving up your seat!

Wednesday, 24th August 2011

 

A young man was holding an infant in his lap while he was trying to watch several other children.

When an older man got on the Jerusalem bus there was an argument over the seat that the man holding the infant was sitting in.

The argument was over who would accept the seat! The man holding the infant tried to give it to the older man and the older man refused to take it.
 

Dreams

Wednesday, 17th August 2011

 

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro.  He has let me use his horse to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse.  It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses.  As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted.  When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.”

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of some day owning a horse ranch.  He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track.  Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.  He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher.  Two days later he received his paper back.  On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’”

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’”

“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you.  You have no money.  You come from an itinerant family.  You have no resources.  Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money.  You have to buy the land.  You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees.  There’s no way you could ever do it.’  Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’”

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard.  He asked his father what he should do.  His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this.  However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’  “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.”

“He stated, ‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’”

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch.  I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.”  He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.”   When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer.  During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams.  Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”

“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”

 

Something to ponder!

Wednesday, 10th August 2011

 

Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:

Each morning your bank would deposit £86,400.00 in your personal account for your use. However, this prize has rules,
Just as any game has certain rules.   

1. Everything  that you didn't spend by the end of each day would  be taken away from you.
 
2. You cannot transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.
 
3. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another £86,400.00 for that day.

4. The  bank can end the game without warning. At any time it can say, it's over, the game is over! It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.

What  would you do?
 
You  would buy anything and everything  you wanted, right?
Not  only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?
Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right?

You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY this GAME is REALITY!

Each of us is in possession of such a bank!
We just don't seem to see it!
This MAGICAL BANK is TIME!

Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life,
and when we go to sleep at night,
any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
 
What we haven't used up that day is forever lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can close your account at any time...
WITHOUT  WARNING.

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?
 

The other woman

Tuesday, 2nd August 2011

 
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car.  “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home.  “Very nice.  Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack.  It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her.  Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time:  “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.   Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”
 

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