Tuesday, June 30, 2009

why is he poor?

I had suppressed this memory for years, and for some reason, it just came back to me, and I am in tears as I write this...

We are sitting in class, learning about hilchos tzedaka. Having just heard the shocking news from my parents that the only way we would be able to continue to exist, was through tzedaka funds....I found the class hard, to say the least. I was trying to sort of tune out, because I didn't really want to hear the halachos that a person would have to learn before pulling out a checkbook...to support...us. As hard as I tried, I simply couldn't tune out completely. The teacher was discussing the Halacha to support an ani up to their former standards. He gave an example. "If a man comes to me and says that his business went sour, and he is no longer able to make the payments on the four high-luxury cars sitting in his driveway, and he is no longer able to make his mortgage payments on his mansion on the fanciest street in town, I might be tempted to say 'hey! Cut back! I don't even have all that stuff!' but I am not allowed to, according to Halacha. We have to support the ani up to his former standards."

My classmates had a hard time understanding this. As I sat there, trying to sink further and further into my seat, my classmates debated with our teacher about this. "How could it be? If the man is poor let him go out and get a job. I work hard, he should too!"

I couldn't believe the naivete going on all around me. Were they actually saying all this? Do they honestly believe all this? Do they think that my father is just copping out? Do they think that it isn't destroying every fiber of my father's being, just accepting these checks? Do they think that we don't choke on food that comes from charity boxes? Do these privileged little girls seriously not get it?

Do they think that just because their tatty goes out to work and makes money that all people who go out to work make money?

How could I ever explain to these girls the shame, the embarrassment, the worry, the fear, the pain, the tension, the horror, the heartache that goes into accepting tzedaka?

No words in the world could ever take all the emotions and the misery of not being able to support your family. Nothing I could ever say or write would ever let this girl understand even a fraction of how wrong she was.

Lazy? My father worked his heart out, quite literally, to make a parnassa. If efforts would me reflected in livelihood, my father would be among the richest men in the community.
Lazy? My family is fighting for survival. I don't think that she would handle this life for an hour, and yet she calls us lazy.
Lazy? I wish I would have the luxury of spending a bit of time remembering the meaning of that word. Right now It remains a hazy memory buried somewhere deep inside my soul.

No my classmate. We aren't lazy. We aren't copping out. We aren't living on easy street. We are suffering. Please try to understand that. We did not chose this life, nor would we ever.

Friday, June 26, 2009

What can they do about it?

When I watched my sisters come home from the last day of school...empty handed, I can't help but wonder how a school can do this to a child.


They don't know that she stayed up half the night studying for a really tough Novi test...
But I do.

They don't know that she spent hours and hours rewriting her notes, teaching other girls the material, all in preparation for the big test.
But I do.

They don't know that she needed a lot of tutoring, and that I used over 500 dollars of my hard earned money.
But I do.

They don't see my sisters come home and finally be able to release their tears of shame, embarrassment, and utter disappointment, when they were told that they were not getting report cards.
But I do.

They don't know that she needed to see the results of her hard work in order to motivate herself to continue working so hard in the future.
But I do.



On the other hand...



I don't know about the teachers who are waiting to be paid.
But I am sure they do.

I don't know about the bills they have that have yet to be paid.
But I am sure they do.

I don't know how many students have parents who are suddenly unable to pay tuition
But I am sure they do.


So what can we schools do about unpaid tuition bills?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Have You Ever Felt Like This?

I was in the grocery store, when I saw a young child, about three years old, that had gotten separated from her family. She was roaming around the isles, crying and looking for her father. She had tears in her eyes as she walked through the isles of the grocery store crying out "Tatty, Tatty, Vi bist du?"