...And the conversation somehow drifted to 'Al Tishali Oti'. Declared one blogger, "If I was the sabra, I wouldn't post so cryptically'. "If I was the sabra", said another, "I wouldn't use so many Hebrew & Yiddish words." Another blogger chimed in, "If I owned 'Al Tishali Oti', I would be more consistent with colors n content." "I wouldn't be sarcastic to commenters", muttered another, darkly. One blogger added not. "I have nothing to say, for 'To know the sabra is to be the sabra'."
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
A Precious English Neshama
what a Shabbos..... :)
Shai. A gift. Shai-lee. My gift.
The most precious English neshama I've yet to meet.
Hyper and jumpy, the guy definitely had ants in his pants. When he spoke, past and present and future all fought for attention. He hopped around the room to the beat of his conversations. Up from his chair, plop on the couch, stand in the corner, lean against the wall, sit, stretch, stand again.
"I'm a sinner." Yea, well the whiter the cloth, the more noticeable the stain.
Generous past the point of giving the shirt off his back; coupled with a kindness that led you to expect a "thank you" for accepting.