The Ride of Our Lives
Sunday, November 13th, 201112 hours.
Over 90,000 shekels raised.
Over 1,000 people following on the blog, Facebook, and Twitter.
Countless spirits raised.
What an awesome night.
12 hours.
Over 90,000 shekels raised.
Over 1,000 people following on the blog, Facebook, and Twitter.
Countless spirits raised.
What an awesome night.
I write just a few hours before Rosh Hashana.
I write with overwhelming gratitude in my heart for a wonderful life.
I live in a land that glows with your holiness, a land where my ancestors once lived.
And I am privledged to be part of a movement that seeks to rebuild this amazing land and maybe in my own small way, I have contributed to this rebirth. And I am thankful.
I am privledged to have a job that is more than just a paycheck, a job where I can feel that I am helping defend my country from her enemies. And I am thankful.
I am privileged that I can still run farther than most people drive and compete in races at an age where most people think that getting the mail is exercise. And I am thankful.
I am privileged to have so many friends that I can count on when the chips are down without question. And I am thankful.
Of course I am thankful that I have four wonderful children. I watch them growing up and relish each accomplishment. From Dvrei Torah to sacks and touchdowns, each one in their own way shows me how special they are and how much potential they have.
But most of all, I am thankful that you brought me and Stella together so many years ago. In twenty-six years, we have journeyed very far in so many ways. From hockey games to Grateful Dead concerts to building sukahs and Yom Ha’atzmaut celebrations, we have had a diverse range of experiences. And through good times and challenging times, we have been together and if anything, we have grown closer every year that passes.
And so, I feel that I have led an amazing life, and that I should thank you for allowing me to live out my dreams — whether its running marathons, defending Israel from her enemies, or just sitting back and admiring the view of the Holy Land from this hilltop village we call Neve Daniel.
But as the holiest time of the year gets closer — a time when Jewish tradition says that you are most attentive to our prayers, I have a request to make.
I want more.