The Gentlemen’s Curb
On this date my/our temple/synagogue caught fire and a larger amount of damage was done to the building. I won’t lie the unfortunate incident put me in a bad mental space. It’s hurtful. Painful. A place of peace, comfort, and meditation were now considered a dangerous place. (I was at work and I got a call from Melo and he told me that the “temple is on flames!” When I hopped out of the taxi, I felt the tears flowing down my face.
When the incident first happened I drank and indulged in many things that I am ashamed about. (Your boy was bugging! No funny, shxt got drastic.) I didn’t know how to recover from such a traumatic event. I began to understand why certain conquerors would destroy a place of worship. The action is to simply destroy hope.
I recognize in a lot of cases that hope is stronger than love. A person will continue to fight because they “hope that things get better.” (You can still love someone and NOT speak to them.) You can love someone and stay because you hope things get better. But, once the hope is gone the relationship is done even if the love remains.
What makes today even more painful is that I recall the other minister and COC Chief Naphtali was there to calm me from acting like a fool in the middle of the street. There were certain men that tried to take advantage of us when we were at a low point. (That shxt pissed me the fxck off. Grimey. ) But, COC moved with me. When I stood up. There was no second-guessing and I love him for that. COC is no longer here with us in the physical form.
This place I would sit in the basement in the dark. I would recite prayers and practice. There was always food and drink too. Especially after praise sabbath. So, this building meant so much to me. It still means so much to me. It’s absolutely difficult to stay focused at times. In these years since the tragic incident, I have learned patience and humility.
So, now new alliances are formed. Some alliances are broken. BAKBY will rebuild. Bnai Adath Kol Beth Yisrael will rebuild. Happy Birthday Sav. You would have been 90 years old. Rest Peacefully. Rest Peacefully Moreh Meshael. Rest Peacefully Chief Of Chiefs Chief Naphtali. Prayers Up, Ten Toes Down.