IYH, I'm leaving on a Jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Actually, I do, but it's more than three weeks from now.
I won't be blogging for at least two weeks, possibly not until February 10th.
How will DovBear survive?
The rambling thoughts of a Modern Orthodox Chassid (whatever that means). Contact me at emansouth @ aol.com
A pattern has emerged in mail that I receive from children who have read (his wonderful new book) The Hebrew Kid and the Apache Maiden. The issue of trust, whom to trust and the consequences of trusting the right person, comes up over and over again. I have to admit, but as I was writing the book, it's not something to which I gave a great deal of thought. Several children have pointed out that if Ariel, The Hebrew Kid, had not trusted a certain person then disaster would have befallen him and his family.Robert's point was really brought home this week. We* are fostering a couple of three year old potato heads for a few days. Their regular foster parents are away on vacation and we* are providing a five day respite. When they came the other day, they walked in the door and proceeded to lie on their backs on the floor in the vestibule and cry. Nothing we did got them to move. I tried all my old tricks (funny faces, funny noises, a video, food, etc.) but nothing worked. Finally, after more than a half hour, I said, "hey, let's play with some trucks", put my arms out to one of them, and he jumped in. The other one quickly followed.
This emphasis on trust should not be surprising for children live in a world that is predicated upon trusting adults for their safety (emphasis mine).
[T]here are many bloggers and commentators who do not let facts get in the way of their arguments. You have 19 year olds who have never so much as opened a Chassidishe sefer spending most of their time denegrading Chassidus; porn-meisters waxing on about everything Jewish; unmarried 20 year olds pontificating about raising Jewish children; Single cretins who probably haven't had a date in five years giving dating advice; Self-described whackos who scream and curse about the depravity of eating meat, and people like me, who don't know the difference between a minor key and a major, going on ad nauseum about Jewish Music.It occurred to me the other day that another thing that J Bloggers seem loath to do is admit that they are wrong. This is not that surprising. Many J Bloggers are political. Many have specific areas of interest (music, Israel, sexual abuse, etc.). Consequently, they are, almost by definition, kanois (zealots) and would be expected to hold firm positions.