As some of you might know last week there was a shooting at a shul in Pittsburg. 11 people were killed and some are still in critical condition. The oldest of the people killed was a 97 year old holocaust survivor. Which according to Google they were just 25 years old then. To survive hitler (he was a jerk, I would use a stronger more mean word but I’m not allowed to cuss. A story is a different thing.) and then die because of a freaking anti-semitic (doesn’t deserve to be capitalized.) is unimaginable. The youngest was 52, I think. It’s just terrible. At my shul on Shabbos there were cops patrolling the neighborhood and outside. It’s wonderful that there are people who care. But then there are people who don’t.
For instance my mother and I went into a bookstore, and when we ere checking out this lady kept harassing us to buy a membership cad thingy. My mother kept telling her no. But then she brought up the holidays. Finally my mother told her we were jewish. She said this:
“Oh. I’m so sorry about Pittsburg.” Thanks for reminding us… 😡
Mother: “Thank you. It’s been a hard week.” Pro Mom!
Cashier: “Oh, for the Christians too!”
It’s not like I have anything against Christians or anything, my BTCFF (Best Traffic Cone Friend Forever) is one, and I know that doesn’t I know everything about Christianity, I mean maybe the cashier was trying to comfort us in some strange way. I don’t know.
I know it’s short and I haven’t written anything yet, but I’m going to eat dinner soon. Thanks guys! (the image is Leafpool.)
Destiny isn’t a path any cat follows blindly. It’s always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest.”
Leafpool, Sign Of The Moon, pg. 108