I believe it is more than the survival instinct or rationalization that causes me to seek out and see silver linings in this depressing time of horrible pandemic. Do you see any silver linings?I see many.

For years I have wanted to attend a service given by our friend who is a cantor at a large congregation outside of Detroit.  The obvious hurdle was that the congregation was outside of Detroit and we live in New York.

If our identity is defined by what we do, then we can become anything we “do” consistently. It dawned on me that transformation can occur simply by, becoming. Should you train for a marathon and run in the marathon, you are a marathoner. If you remove meat products from your diet, you become a vegetarian. Commitment to becoming is within our control. Do you like to get up early? You’re an “Early Riser” Do you like to stay up late? You might be called a “Night Owl”. The opportunity in the restrictions imposed by the pandemic, provided a platform to become more than we thought possible.

In front of the television with the rabbi and cantor streaming live. I think I really liked this year’s services.

I was rushing to get out of the house last week and I noticed I had not made my bed. I was already late and thought about leaving the bed unmade. But I quickly thought how I would feel later that evening getting into an unmade bed. So, I quickly made the bed.    

(Editor’s note:  This blog got superseded by “Ruth” last week in recognition of the passing of the true Wonderwoman)  

I took the IRT down BK street Where the RBG Twirled a beautiful B   She took that twirl all the way with a frill To the big SC Where there was no We   While she was alive Her rules changed the end of doctrine that prevented any woman to become legend   An in doing so became a beacon for justice and right,

I know someone who went out with Ruth Bader in high school in Brooklyn. He described her as smart, pretty, vivacious and a cheerleader. No matter how hard I pressed or the questions I asked he said no more.