Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Petal's Tale - Gam Zu Letova

Dedicated to the birth of my niece, Shoshanah Layah Chapman

Yearning to be free, it presses against the wind,
Struggling to stretch and bloom.
Finally, it pushes past,
It is now free to be who it wants.

Looking down, it notices a cut,
Given from a thorn as it went by.
What will I do now, how can I go on?
This was the petal’s soft cry.

It slowly drifts in the wind,
It’s destination unknown.
Where will it land? What is its future?
That is what remains to be seen.

Over the mountains and across oceans,
The little petal drifts on.
The tear it received is like a little wing,
Helping it fly high overhead.

It finally does land right beside a building,
It lands right on the doormat.
The  petal is scooped up and brought inside,
It is now part of a bouquet; it was a florist shop, you see.

We all have our differences; we all want to be free,
There will be bumps along the way that is for sure.
Know however, that it is simply to help us at one point or another,
To enable that we land on the doorstep home.


Monday, July 1, 2013

Thoughts Of A First Time College Student







Published on the OCC Blog: http://occblognnews.blogspot.com/2013/07/thought-of-first-time-college-student.html

It’s early in the morning and my eyes are drooping,
Got butterflies in my stomach, coffee jittering my brain.
Nerves are shot, ‘What in the world was I thinking?!
I thought college was for me, I must really be insane’.

Can’t eat, can’t sleep, what should I do?
Struggle to keep some cheerios down as the clock ticks on by.
I get in the car, everything packed; I hope this won’t fall through.
As the campus draws closer, I feel like I just might die.

Forty minutes early just in case,
Run to the restroom, I think I’m gonna be sick.
Until just now I thought this class I would ace,
But now I’m unsure, I hope the class is over quick.

Waiting for the teacher, students line the hall,
Anxiety is growing; maybe I’m just not ready.
Looks like I’m the only first-year; I feel really small,
I do everything in my power to keep my balance steady.

Finally the teacher arrives; I quickly take a seat,
He goes over the syllabus, looks pretty easy.
He surprises us with an activity; my heart skips a beat,
My stomach is churning, I feel queasy.

It actually wasn’t bad; truth is it was fun,
Turns out my fears were for nothing.
College isn’t so bad; class is already almost done,
But the amounts of homework, my friends definitely weren’t bluffing!

Being in college is a lot of work, but it’s a great feel,
As long as you like coffee you should be ok.
I’m glad to be here; to me it’s a huge deal,
Let’s give a shout-out to OCC, what do you say?

Dovid Nissan Roetter – Student at Oakland Community College

Friday, May 31, 2013

A Voice In The Aron

A small voice whispers in the dead of the night,
Hidden behind closed curtains it silently does cry.
Hugging the Torahs as tears roll down his cheeks,
Begging for a miracle to occur his voice starts to rise.

Hashem please help, I cannot go on,
No one understands me, I’m losing my faith.
I’m coming to You as a son to his father,
Please I beg, prove that You care.

I’ve been alone for far too long, I need You to reveal Yourself,
End this galus, stop all this pain.
Clutching the now wet mantle his voice suddenly does catch,
His tears turn to sobs as he silently breaks down.

Minutes go by with hardly a word,
He suddenly looks up and says softly:
Hashem, I know that I don’t deserve Your help, but I’m coming to you as a broken soul,
I screwed up, that I do know and now I stand here begging for Your guidance.

Once again at a loss for words, he breaks down sprawled across the Aron,
Crying to himself he slowly drifts off; sleeping in a puddle of tears.
A short time later he slowly does rise,
There’s nothing left to say, he begs once last time then backs away.

Silently whispering Shema Yisroel, please, I beg, help Your lost son.

Friday, April 12, 2013

A Candle's Message

(Published in the N'shei Chabad Newsletter Tamuz 5773 edition under the title: The Yid Stays Strong)

The little candle in the darkness whispers its silent message,
You can change the world, it says, you can be like me.
With just a tiny touch, I can ignite a flame;
Spreading my light and warmth all around.

Although I’m in darkness, I can see far,
For my light shines much greater in the darkest of times.
I can give to so many, without losing my glory,
If anything it adds to my name.

I’m known far and wide, to be of much use,
Yet in the wrong hands I take lives.
It’s up to me what I will do,
If I must I will flicker and die.

I always try to leap upwards, knowing it will put out my light,
I don’t care – I wish to be closer to G-d.
When I am used to brighten your Shabbos,
My very essence dances with joy.

I may be small and of not much help,
Yet I can still stand tall and proud.
Do what it takes, darkness only strengthens you,
You can shine bright if you dare.

Take my message to heart, I do ask,
I know you can be just like me.
All it takes is the courage to stand
And shine on through the night.

You may be just one, but that’s all you need,
To make a difference; to be a guide in the night.
I may be just a candle in the night, but I can never be extinguished,
My name is Pintele Yid you see.

People will try to suffocate me, to put me out for good,
But I stay strong and do not give up, no matter how hard they try.
You can change the world; you just have to believe,
That one little flame can spark a fire.

Never give up, shine on, try to get closer to G-d,
it will take leaps, and won’t be easy, but you must never give in.
I will always be here, right in your heart,
Helping you leap through the dark.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Pull Over, You Sent A Text (Inquiry Argument Essay)

 You’re driving down the I-696 on your way to work, when a buzzing goes off in your pocket. Your phone is ringing. What do you do? Do you answer it regularly? Do you reply with a text ‘drvng ttyl’? Do you fiddle with your Bluetooth trying to figure out how to answer the call? Or, do you use new-car technology and have your cell phone hooked up to your car stereo system? Keep in mind this is all done before you even begin the conversation.
      Once you decide on how to answer the call (if you do so at all) you now have the conversation itself to deal with. It might get you really happy, pissed off, excited, determined, or stressed out. All of the above can change your destination from work to the ICU at the nearest hospital. Why, because any way that you answer a call, and then the call itself, can be a distraction; a distraction that could end your life. A lot of people think texting while driving should be illegal. Should it be? What about a phone call itself? Should phone usage (in any way, shape or form) be illegal while driving?
      It seems that this has become a problem racking America for quite a while. Many accidents lately have uncovered the fact that we use our cell phones almost the entire drive – in many different forms, navigation included. So instead of two hands on the wheel, two eyes on the road; it has become send a text with two thumbs, balance the wheel with pinkies and a knee (Sundeen). That definitely is unsafe. The question is what do we do about it? Can we pass a law to ensure that you don’t do so? Would such a law be possible to enhance? Let’s take a look at both sides.
      If you have ever played football before, you know firsthand just how big the field is. Ever try running it blindfolded with all the players on the field? Have you ever tried it at 55 mph? Try a combination of the two.  That’s what happens every single time you simply send a text. To quote R. L. Olson: “Sending or reading a text takes a driver’s eyes off the road for an average of 4.6 seconds… that’s like driving the length of a football field blindfolded” (Qtd. in Bratsis). That is just a small text.
     Imagine texting ‘drvng hme frm wrk now – plz put dinner in oven. Be home in 5. Love u, ttyl!’ That would probably be like driving four football fields. Maybe even five, and the whole time driving at least at 55 miles per hour; chances are you’ll be doing 60-70. How many people are you willing to wound in order to ensure that your pineapple chicken will be ready on the table waiting for you as soon as you walk into the house?? Do you want to add to the numbers of casualties a year due to distracted driving? In the year 2009 alone, there were 5,500 deaths reported, and 450,000 injuries – all due to distracted drivers (Johnson). Sadly, the numbers have been increasing drastically ever since.
     Why is it that drinking while driving is illegal? It is because it’s a distraction that is harmful to others, or even yourself. So, it is safe to assume that the issue isn’t the drinking itself, per say, but the distraction issue. The harm to others issue. Using the phone has the same problem, does it not?
     Let’s say that you even have a new, high-tech, in-car phone hookup. What, all of a sudden the call is not a distraction? Of course it is! Whether it is news that your wife had a baby girl, or that you were just fired from your job of twelve years, or even that you should pick up a pound of potatoes on your way home; it will be distracting. A distraction involving a phone usage will reduce the amount of brain activity associated with driving by 37 percent (Neil Issar) and increases your chance of crashing by 20 (Romoser). In ways this may be worse than drinking and driving, simply because it is much easier to recognize a drunk’s reckless driving in time, than the four to five seconds a guy is sending a text.
     We now established that any use of a phone, whether texting, calling, reading a message, listening to a voicemail, Bluetooth, hands-free etc. is a distraction to your driving. But, if you say it should be made illegal, than perhaps you should ban changing of radio stations, drinking a slurpee, setting a GPS, or even adjusting your rear view mirror?! Are they not also distractions – regardless of how small or long?
     What constitutes as a distraction, and how do we decide if a law should be created regarding it? How do we even know if the law will work, or just simply backfire? Is it fair to blow ‘phone usage while driving’ out of proportion and actually pass a law making it illegal? Even more so, will that make one iota of a difference?
     We all have been in school before. We all had our fair share of rules. How did we react? If you will be honest with yourself, you will admit that if you did not like a rule – whether it made sense or not – you would deliberately break it every chance you got. It is no different in this case. “Texting bans might even increase the risk…for drivers who continue to do so despite the law” (Adrind Land). If you don’t like the law of no phone usage, you won’t uphold to it. I mean come on, will patrol cars have guns seeing ‘Oh, license plate 385GH4 sent a text nine seconds ago. Let’s pull him over to see if it was the driver or not.’ Even if it’s a good idea for a law, it is highly impractical.
     Not only is it impractical; it would most likely be counterproductive! As explained above, people tend to break laws they don’t agree with on purpose. Tests done in states like California, Washington, Minnesota, and Louisiana, have shown that not only do texting bans not stop the texting, it increases it drastically. “The increase of distracted drivers [due to texting] varied from 1% in Washington, all the way to 9% in Minnesota! The text addiction may turn into an epidemic that no state or federal law can stop (Holbrook).”
     Let’s say they even pass a law to  illegalize a hand on a device; are you going to get a ticket for adjusting the heat? If a cop is specifically looking for drivers who use a phone, then they can’t be looking as prudently for things more important – like speeding, no headlights, no blinker turned on, and more. Just like we cannot multitask (text and drive); so too them. They will concentrate on phones, and not much else.
      If one thing is a distraction, then anything is. It’s useless to try to stop it – it’s going to occur one way or another. “Part of it [the problem] is that distracted driving is much bigger than just phones. Focusing on phones doesn’t deal with the full spectrum of things that distract (Radar).” People will come to the realization that they need to concentrate on the road either through brains, or once it hits home, G-d forbid.
     So what do we do? Do we pass the law, because danger is danger? Maybe we should put it aside saying that whoever believes in it will follow it, but there is no reason to turn people against the law? Well, we know that if someone is a potential danger to himself or others, he is kept under strict watch, sometimes he may even be put under house arrest. That being said, it seems to me that if this law can save even one person’s life – then it is our obligation to pass it into finality. As it says in the Talmud: “And whosoever preserves a single soul…, scripture ascribes [merit] to him as though he had preserved a complete world” (Bavli, Sanhedrin 37a). It is true that phones are not the only form of distraction, however drinking a latte doesn’t involve as much concentration as texting your boss that you will be five minutes late today.
     A distraction that takes away your eyes from the road/hands off the wheel is deadly. Just because last time you did not hit someone, G-d forbid, doesn’t mean that this time you will be so lucky. You cannot rely upon miracles to take place just so you can find out the score of the NBA game last night. We must all do our part to stop this idiocy of ‘it’s only a few seconds, what’s the worst that can happen?’ What’s the worst that can happen, you ask? You can have innocent blood on your thumbs.
     Why is it that drinking while driving is illegal? Doing drugs while driving? Having an open bottle of alcohol in the car? Why, simply due to the fact that they are all different forms of distractions which can be harmful to yourself and/or others. Any way that a phone is in use while driving is a distraction. It is a distraction that could cost someone their life, and maybe even your own. Concentrate on the road, not your phone. Otherwise, you may end up texting ‘at hospital – come visit.’

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Shema Yisroel

The little boy sits on his Tatte’s knee,
For unknown reasons, he’s crying bitterly.
Tatte smiles down, why do you cry so?
One day words of Torah your lips will flow.

For you see Hashem has sworn,
That it won’t depart from my mouth one word.
Not even from my grandchildren, so remember little one:
Shema yisroel Hashem Elokainu Hashem echad.

The boy is now eight years of age,
His Tatte takes him to visit a great sage.
Who tells him privately, listen my son:
Forever remember that our G-d is only one.

Barely three days go by,
When in the city you heard an unearthly cry.
Mother and son are ripped apart; do you know why?
To become a non-Jew; but he would rather die!

Years of suffering befall him,
He finally does cave in.
He slowly forgets everything,
Including who Hashem is.

Many years pass on; so much has gone on in his life,
He’s now threatening a town to leave with his big long knife.
Suddenly an old man approaches, Binyomin is that you?!
He just stops dead in his tracks, staring at this old Jew.

Old man, you look familiar, where do I know you from?
Binyomin, don’t you recall? You are my only son!
Years ago you were torn from us,
A miracle has occurred; I must inform Ima at once!

Wait right there! Please let me speak.
I have just one memory; it is of you I do think.
You’re saying something to me,
Unfortunately, more than that I cannot see.

O Binyomin, my son,
Shema yisroel Hashem echad.
These were the words I spoke to you.
Please, I beg of you: become a frum Jew!

Years flow by; now his children are so little.
And he is telling them about a swear from G-d.
Torah will live in my grandchildren’s mouths, young or old.
They will know the words: Shema yisroel Hashem Elokainu Hashem echad.