Tikkun Olam

I saw this posted by a friend on Facebook, and would have missed it completely had she not posted it.  It brought tears to my eyes.  I am re-posting it, especially for my daughter, who has raised my beloved grandson to be a wonderful young man, who just had his Bar-Mitzvah.  Oh, and by the way, he has Down Syndrome.  The coach, and both teams--including the opposing one--should be applauded, for their compassion, and inclusiveness.  And thank you, Michal, for raising such a terrific kid!

Haven't posted yet in February, although there was something pretty important weighing on my mind (Ophir ben-Sheetreet's singing), which I might write about later. Meanwhile, there was a serious blizzard in the northeast.  My daughter Toodles lives in New York, which luckily 'dodged the bullet' and did not even break a record (11 inches of snow was recorded in Central Park. Peanuts.).  She did, however, with her cousin's help, build a snowman.  Well, a snow-building.  The Empire State Building, to be exact.  While she was sick. I mean, what else would you do in New York if you're sick? Nathaniel Bloomenstein, eat your heart out!  (You know who you are).