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The Cracked Window

12/13/2018 02:50:05 PM

Dec13

Rabbi Daniel Dorsch

I heard a cracking sound in the middle of the night. I didn’t make much of it, until I woke up in the morning to see several large cracks had formed in our faux stained glass front door. How had this happened?

Looking at the door, my heart immediately began to skip a beat. Had someone seen our Chanukkah candles lit in the window and thrown a rock at our home? If so, why hadn’t they thrown a rock at the window where the menorah was lit? I searched the front stoop, but couldn’t find a single stone.

A few minutes into this discussion with my father in law, Zev walked up to us. “Daddy,” he said, “Alexander (the boy next door) and I were playing basketball a few days ago and one of the basketballs hit the front door and it cracked.” Upon further examination, we realized that it was probably the freezing cold weather--and not some masked anti-Semitic hoodlum--that enabled the crack to expand in the middle of the night.

Perhaps, it’s a little sad that as a conscientious Jew my default scenario is always is to worry about anti-Semitism. America is a wonderful country with caring, wonderful people. We have no idea how fortunate we are to live here as we watch the chaos taking place in the world, from Paris to the Middle East.

In my heart of hearts, I know anti-Semitism shouldn’t always have to be the default. Unfortunately, I must admit that after speaking to Zev I’ve never been so relieved to find out why I had a crack in my front door. I was so thrilled, that I couldn’t even be angry at him for not telling me about it sooner.

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