Wisdom Project | Manny Lindenbaum on the Joy of Making a Difference
My aunt couldn’t stop hugging me. I didn’t remember ever having been hugged in my life. I remember thinking, “This is kind of nice.”
My aunt couldn’t stop hugging me. I didn’t remember ever having been hugged in my life. I remember thinking, “This is kind of nice.”
Confidence also comes from the people who trust you; in my case, my parents, friends, bosses, students—they had confidence in me.
My parents never spoke “Jewish” at home—they wanted their kids to be American. But the year the survivors lived with us, I learned Yiddish in teaching them English.
Edith Everett’s days continue to be filled with endeavors to repair the world and she encourages others to do the same.
“There was no food, no heat. My mother scavenged for wood from bombed and abandoned houses to get heat. Eventually, the Iron Curtain closed the country. My parents felt that we had no future there. We were considered too bourgeois.”
Born in Bratislava, Czechoslovakia, in 1931, Erika Hassan survived the Holocaust in the mountains before emigrating to the United States in 1946.
Born in Poland in 1931, Ann Jaffe and her family survived the Holocaust and emigrated to the United States, where Jaffe became a determined Holocaust educator.
The more honoring we do of people of all ages, the better for everyone.
Dallas’s Don Stone is a gift that just keeps on giving—to the city’s schools, the arts, and, since the early 1980s, to Hebrew Union College.
“It took me a long time, but I learned how to love people,” says Rabbi Arthur Waskow. “I realized I had been not-soft, not-loving. I’d been sharp and smart, maybe even partly wise, but not loving.”