The French say that...

"Once the Champaign glass has been broken,
no matter how much one TRIES to glue it back together,,,
it can never actually be WHOLE again..."
I surmise this to mean that there will always be seepage dripping from the
'once-cracked' edges...
A metaphor with considerable weight actually...
A CLEAR visual...
And until just a few days ago, I believed this premise to be absolutely correct...
(with no exceptions)...
Today, however, I am singing a song of a different tune....
Life happens...
People break and mend
and rupture and heal
over and over again in a lifetime...
(in however many lifetimes they experience!)

The pivotal position from which to move on from the debacle...
the EXACT place to be focused and perched at the moment of BREAKAGE...
can ONLY be found and utilized through the TIME and WAY and EFFICACY of the "HEALING"....
NOT EVER "within" THE RUPTURE....
But rather, THROUGH the rupture...

The simple truth....
is that HEALING and ASCENDING must ALWAYS, but ALWAYS,
be at the forefront of one's consciousness in order to
EXACT a TRUE and TRANSCENDANT form of existence....

Is this making sense ?

A Godly Sory.......

"A Godly Story..."

So.....

I had a MAJOR issue that needed resolving quickly and efficiently...(NOTHING to do with health!)....
But...(VERY TIME SENSITIVE)..and VERY CRITICAL...
And I literally lost sleep for weeks over how to handle it and who to see about it....I was completely lost....
And I prayed and prayed to God for guidance on this...
And one night I found myself asking my brother (Mike) in heaven if he could PLEASE this ONE TIME help his little sister out with this....

And out of the blue I woke up the next day and asked one of my friends here on FACEBOOK ....
if he knew anybody who dealt with these kinds of matters specifically...
Now if you know me at all, you know that I am well acquainted with MANY,
MANY people....politicians, etc.
But for some reason, I chose THIS particular man to ask....I trusted him with it...
And he said, (I'm quoting), " I know a VERY SPECIAL man who does this, but it's a very busy time for him... Call him anyway"
I called....The man was SO kind and sweet on the phone and said ,
"Yes, come over to my office tomorrow...Bring all the paperwork, etc...Let me see if I can help you" (He didn't even ask for my last name)
I went there the next day with a TON of papers in tow, so heavy was this bag of papers, that I could barely lift it...
And as we sat in his office, he looked at my Maiden name (Gotesman)...
and said ,
"Oh my God....You're #MIKEGOTESMAN's SISTER !!!!!!!!!!!"
"I was BEST BEST BEST friends with Mike for YEARS !!! Like BROTHERS!!! We met in college and were inseparable !!!
YOU ARE FAMILY !!!!!"
We were both SO stunned at the "sheer divinity" of the moment, that we were speechless and wept silently for a long time and just looked at eachother....
Needless to say, the man took this veritable pile of bricks OFF of my shoulders completely and absolutely....
That's my story....
Have a BEAUTIFUL and MEANINGFUL Shabbos....
And know that God is right there next to you.....

On Mothers.......

The day is COLD,,,,FREEZING actually....
You are a seven year old girl.....
just leaving school.....walking out into the blustery cold....
And there's your MOM..
She's parked as CLOSE to the front door of school as possible,
so that your exposure to the frigid air is a non-event...
She gets out of the car, with a BIG, RED, PLAID Blanket......
Wraps it around and around your little body...
encasing you like a MUMMY...hahaha
And she picks you up in her loving arms and carries you,,,
all swaddled up in the blanket to the car...(only a few feet away)...
And she has come laden with treats for the 12 minute ride home....
for she surely does not want her "little angel" to STARVE...
So there are HOT MUFFINS and HOT CHOCOLATE....
And you are as COZY as the COZIEST BUG in a RUG...
And when you get home, the house smells of freshly baked cookies and muffins...
and of CHERRY WOOD that burns brightly in the fireplace.....
And there is music playing....
It sounds like ANGEL HARPS....
EVERYTHING IS PERFECT.......

OK...
THAT's the FANTASY.......

HERE is the REALITY....

School is over...
Your mom is waiting...
BUT...
There is NO RED BLANKET...
There are NO MUFFINS...
She doesn't carry you because SHE WOULD BREAK HER BACK !!!
You are NOT so small !!!
And while there ARE, in fact, TREATS......(ehhh)
They are definitively NOT FRESH MUFFINS...
And there is NO HOT CHOCOLATE either....

There is....
Ya ready ?

A half opened jar of GEFILTE FISH ....
all encased in that GELATINOUS, CLEAR, Yellowish Shit...
(If you're a Jew reading this, you know EXACTLY which CLEAR SHIT I'm talking about !!)
Although, truth be told,
THERE IS NO REAL REASON for it...
I have often imagined that the "Gel Stuff" is what might be served
if one were to end up in HELL.....
Nuf said...

And your Mom has forgotten the USUAL plastic fork...
the one that continuously gets WASHED and used again and again !
You KNOW.....the DISPOSABLE FORK....
So....
MOM forgot it!!
Hence, you are relegated to eating the freakin' fish with your HANDS !!!
So your hands smell like fish for WEEKS afterwards...
And there's orange juice too..........EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
GEFILTE FISH and ORANGE JUICE......
And when you get home, SHOCKKKKKKKKER....
there are NO CHERUBS PLAYING HARPS !!!
There is an episode of DARK SHADOWS playing in the living room.....
AND YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND WITH FEAR.......
For Dark Shadows is SO SCARY that you hide under your covers ALL NIGHT after watching it...
waiting to be EATEN ALIVE...

But guess what...
Your MOM loves you JUST THE SAME in BOTH scenarios....

Happy Mother's Day !!.....