CREATIVE INSPIRATION
Welcome to our newest addition to the EJWD site. Do
you have an inspiring story to tell, poem to share, artwork or
photographs to display? This is place to find and share
inspiration. If you have something you would like to share in
this space, please contact Marlee
Kivens.
Patrick Henry Hughes - Inspirational Story
Patrick Hughes is a student at
Univ. of Louisville who was born blind, physically disabled, and
incredibly talented. His inspiring story is a beacon of light for all
people and is a shining example of how the power of the love, support,
and acceptance opens the doors to our full potential. This was a piece
filmed during ESPN College Gameday on 12/2/2006.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qTiYA1WiY8
Hand In Hand- Inspirational Video
This video shows a beautiful ballet
performed by two young amputees: a female missing her right arm, and a
male missing his left leg. What was so striking was
not so much the graceful and beautiful ballet, but that it clearly
shows to the world how much a person can achieve despite his or her
disability.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Q6NbYywbSY
Choose to
be Inspired: What's RIGHT with your Life? Author Unknown
A Person Like You
Even though
I'm Physically Challenged
I'm a person like you
The only difference is I can't do
all the things you do
When I want
to speak to you
I know sometimes
it may take a little longer
But
I have good things to say
I know
most things you know and
I feel
the way you feel
I love and laugh and dream and cry
My heart is just as real
So if you get to know me
And if you really care
You'll find
though I am
physically challenged
I have a lot to share
A Credo For Support
Do
Not see my disability as the problem,
recognize that my disability is an attribute.
Do Not see my disability as a deficit.
It is you who see me as deviant and helpless.
Do not try to fix me because I am not broken.Support me.
I can make my contribution to the community in my own way.
Be a person who listens and does not take my struggle away from me by
trying to make it all better.
Do Not use theories and strategies on me.
Be with me. And when we struggle with each other, let that give rise to
self-reflection.
Do Not try to control me. I have a right to my power as a person.
What you call non-compliance or manipulation may actually be the only
way
I can exert some control over my life.
Do Not teach me to be obedient, submissive, and polite.
Do Not see me as your client. I am your fellow citizen.
See me as your neighbor. Remember, none of us can be self-sufficient.
Do Not try to modify my behavior.
Be still and listen. What you define as inappropriate may be my attempt
to communicate
with you in the only way I can.
Do Not try to change me, you have no right.
Help me learn what I want to know.
Do Not hide your uncertainty behind "professional" distance.
I need to feel entitled to say NO if I am to protect myself.
Do Not be charitable towards me. The last thing the world needs is
another Jerry Lewis.
Be my ally against those who exploit me for their own gratification.
Do Not try to be my friend. I deserve more than that.
Get to know me. We may become friends.
Do Not help me, even if it does make you feel good.
Ask if I need your help. Let me show you how you can best assist me.
Do Not admire me. A desire to live a full life does not warrant
adoration.
Respect me, for respect presumes equity.
Do Not tell, correct, and lead.
Listen, Support, and Follow.
Do Not work on me.
Work with me.
Written by
Norman Kunc
and Emma Van der Klift.
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The shofer has blown...(To Wiesel, For Musser, From Meit)
Walking through silent flames of the Night,
I learnt to hear the deafening Day.
Crawling through dark blaze of the Word,
I learnt to see Truth is an Image.
you offered me burning Light
you burned into me insight
After I heard blaze of the new Light,
Words either systematic or creed did die.
After I saw flames of that old Night,
Images either traditional or modern did die.
you offered me Word's plight
you burned into me new Sight
Look! The blazing flames of silence speak:
I am a Jew
Andrew Meit - 1984
Wandering Wrestler of Presence: a journey of faith.
Apr. 27 85, 10:30 am Sat.
(c) 1985-2008 unpublished work, Andrew S. Meit
All worldwide rights reserved.
Welcome family, friends, and Rabbis. This morning’s torah portion is
perhaps the most obscure yet the most pivotal passage of all the
Genesis narratives.
Here, for our biblical ancestors, is the foreshadowed turning point
from their being a wandering clan to their becoming a nation. Here,
what is spoken and what is unspoken within the story wrestles before
the reader. And here, in the shadows of ambiguous pronouns, a story of
solitude and communion, of struggle and rest, of victory and defeat
occurs.
This story can be insightful on several levels: On the level of the
spiritual, the level of history, and on the personal level as well,
where text and context reveal a self. These levels do not exist
isolated from each other; but rather, together-to form a mighty river
like Jacob’s Jabbok.
It will be on the spiritual, the historical, and personal levels that
my thoughts will be focused and expressed in suggestive commentary.
This story, above all, offers a transforming encounter between life’s
elusive presences and oneself, an encounter one must endure from time
to time.
Since all true beginnings must start with a story, let us start with
verse 23 of Gen.32 and step into this engaging tale . . .
“And Jacob arose during the night, taking his wives, maids, and
children across the Jabbok river-sending also all his belongings
across. And he was left alone.”
To be left alone. Not to hold back oneself by feverishly saving one’s
social status or precious possessions equips one for crossing life’s
dark crises. Yes, there is a sacrificial movement being required. Why?
“For G-D engages only those who are ... threatened and protected by
solitude” (Wiesel). Solitude prepares one for transforming growth, but
solitude requires one to learn, at times, that one must wrestle alone-
completely alone, for a time.
To contend alone is a part of a “handicapped”’s life. For the
handicapped must contend with solitude, either inflicted upon or
sought after. They must learn how solitude can permit growth. Growth
in not being merely dis-abled, but in being uniquely differently-
abled. They struggle to never become lost in society’s condemned
silence or loneliness.
Jacob’s sacrificial solitude appears often in Judaism, as well as his
painful preparations. For example, the memories of ancient and modern
ghettos or migrations of our people across European lands. These are
Lonely memories of silenced contending. These memories are often
filled with bitter ambiguity: to be condemned by silence or solitude,
and to condone our accusers through frightened silence or passive
solitude.
“And then a person wrestled with him until the breaking of dawn. When
he realized that he could not overpower him, he wrenched his hip
socket.”
Accidental or deliberate does life’s Presences contend with oneself.
In the still of a moment, a self-image or world-view is painfully
strained-even wrenched in encountering an elusive presence. Suddenly,
a person’s cherished visions, the protected visions, are ruthlessly
challenged. But with persistence and fortitude, the person can
creatively defend or reclaim their visions for newer insights.
But whom does a Differently-abled contend with? Themselves -- yes, but
much more. They must contend daily with the oppressive mass-media
images of what a human is supposed to be. They must often twist and
reshape, and at times, smash these protected, cherished models, or
rather idols. They dare claim: I am a complete human! Truly, a
visionary claim for All.
Judaism’s claim of completeness and Its adherent’s claim of humanity
was often ruthlessly contended by some of Other faiths, or other
nations. That contention came with wrenching deliberateness:
expulsions by royal decrees or terrorization by smashing glass or
bodies. But there were also grace-filled counter-contentions by other
nations. These nations were Sweden, Denmark and other truly humanistic
nations now and those to come.
“And then he said: ’let me go, for dawn is breaking!’ But he said: ’I
will not let you go unless you bless me.’”
However great or terrible, the contending Presence must leave. If
great, the Presence leaves to prevent unintentional manipulation or
unsavory control. If terrible, the Presence leaves to prevent an
unnecessary martyr fixation from occurring. But for both modes, the
Presence can only go if the person sanctions it - hence the plea. A
person must, in a growth crisis, let go (at times) of the great and
terrible encounters, if that person desires to continue growing. Yet,
there is hesitation; the person wonders: Can a blessing be claimed
from these encounters? Yes, one can!
Often, to allow creative growth, the Differently-abled must learn to
let go of self-imposed limitations and to go beyond limitations
imposed by others. To release and to transcend these limitations
requires the Differently-abled to demand much of themselves or of
others. But, after the demanding struggle, the Differently-abled can
become Handi-capable.
There are in Judaism great and terrible releasings and great and
terrible demanders. There is the Exodus liberation, yet the Masada
refusal. And there is Hitler’s “Final Solution”, but Wallenberg’s
daring planning. In these great or terrible events, Judaism had to
learn not merely to offer or earn a blessing, but to demand of itself
and of others to become a blessing.
“And he asked: ‘what is your name ?’ He replies: ’Jacob.’ And he said
to him: ’Your name shall no longer be called Jacob, but rather
Yisrael, for you have striven with the divine and with the human and
prevailed.’”
Literally one is asking, ’who are you?’ And one can literally reply
(from the Hebrew): Over-reacher, or rather Opportunist. Here also one
could claim being an Overpowerer, but that is an arrogant self-
appraisal. Better yet, one could seek a renaming shift to transform
the self-appraisal. A shift offering growth: from being merely an
Overpowerer to being a God-striver. This renaming shift for growth is
truly a renewal; in fact It is a redeeming deed! Here the old name is
not removed, but added to. For blessing often comes from reclaiming
the old name and claiming the new name together.
Renaming! None for the Differently-abled. For society prefers to
misname through nicknames. “Spas”, ”retard”, and ”crippled” echos in
our souls for years to come; even the proper terms “legally blind” or
“disabled” (meaning unabled) has a wounding tone. We ask - often daily
- why use these wrenching names? Whose identity is being preserved or
strained? Thus, the Handicapped must then (more often than not) become
a People-striver to reclaim their Human rights as whole persons.
By remembering the Naming-deed, as when one offers the artistic or
scientific word, a Jew transforms their own Overpowerer tendencies,
which all humans have, to God-striver tendencies. Such Jews are the
Bubers, Einsteins, Wiesels, Chagalls and Isaac Streins now and those
to come.
“And Jacob asks: ’Please tell me your name?’ And the person replied:
‘Now, why do you seek my name?’ And the person gave him a farewell
blessing there.”
Offering a name is an ambiguous deed. For an offered name can either
restrict or liberate a hard won insight or a person’s character. The
earlier renaming freed one from being a dubious Overpowerer to being a
responsible God-striver. Yet typically, one responds to this renaming
as an Overpowerer by over reaching oneself. How? Through a restricting
demand: to reduce the elusive Presence into meager human categories.
Thankfully though, the Presence will gently defer such an unseemly
request.
The requests made by the Differently-abled for equal opportunities in
society appear often to society as being inconvenient. These requests
for access are quite obvious and needed: deaf-signers, readers, and
ramp designers. Straight forward solutions! But granted there are
awkward requests: rides for dates, typing notes from books, or
borrowing another’s eyes for shopping. However, if tempered and
channeled, even these requests, these yearnings, can be satisfied-even
becoming appropriate!
The persistent request for a Jew’s affirmation (or non) of
citizenship, via the nationalistic adjective, presents a risky naming.
One can state: “A Surmeian, a Greek, a German, first, a Jew second”.
Here some citizens feel loyalty is assured; one’s Jewishness may be
viewed otherwise. Of course one can state: “A Jew first, a so and so
second”. Here certain Jews might acknowledge one as a “universal” Jew.
But then certain citizens might view one’s motives with suspicion. Of
this request, the modern age warns us: there are no longer first or
second, but instead a global village. Alas, a warning still not
listened to by all.
“And Jacob named the place ‘face of G-d, because ’I saw G-d face to
face and my life was preserved!’ And the sun rose upon him as he
crossed Pnual, limping.”
To encounter a terrible or great Presence face to face can be maiming.
Yet, one could claim that maiming as a preserving deed. As a possible
sacrifice somehow adverted. That this is the blessing requested: to
survive encountering the elusive Presence. Or, that each dark,
energetic wrestling with oneself or another does have a releasing
dawn! But however insightful the wrestling, there will always be a
relentless reminder from that ordeal.
Though strange to society, the Differently-abled--especially those who
have wrestled with their maimness--tend not to deject or reject it.
Instead of disclaiming, they strive to reclaim or rename their
handicap as a sustaining and prompting force. Hence, for some, the
handicap has become a blessing! Why? Because being maimed reminds the
person that life is often short and frail, thus one must learn how to
say L’Chiam often; because being maimed puts life into perspective:
ruthlessly evaluating the common pettiness between people. Reminders
current culture resists or denies.
Maiming Jews is to damage before destroying Jews. To damage: forced to
wear dignity stripping clothes, or to follow punitive laws. These
damages occurred not just centuries ago, but even in the recent past.
But in that recent past, total destruction was attempted: the Death-
camps. Yet, we survived--barely! Even here, one can reclaim
unchallengable memorials (truly dejectable reminders, but not
rejectable!): the diaries, the photos, and yes, even the ovens! These
wrenching signs remind all people of a Jacob-like claim: The God-
striver Lives!
The Jabbok crossing is complete: the story has been retold. No, It
was not merely told or merely commented on. If one wanted to simply
tell a story, then twist the story as one pleases; If one wanted to
simply comment on the story, then, as one pleases, snap apart the
story. But to retell a story requires much. One must allow the story
to twist and to snap oneself: to allow the story to tell about and to
comment on ones life! Only then can one utter a story. And only then
can one become a story. Has then the torah story been retold? Yes, by
offering the following suggestive insights. That the Differently-abled
prophetically reminds society of the general human condition. And that
a Jew is one who wrestles with or after an elusive Presence. There is
yet another more fundamental offering. An offering the Differently-
abled and Jews need to attend to, or rather to be in touch with. That
a person is made of dust and made in G-d’s image. Thus, a person needs
to be fully understood and experienced as a living pun! Taken
together, these insights teach us this: Inside all Israelites is a
troublesome Jacob, but each troublesome Jacob can become an Israel.
My decision to have a Bar Mitzvah was not wholly deliberate nor
wholly accidental, but rather a struggle. To learn the Hebrew, to
retell a story, and to claim a faith. Like Jacob, I too wrestled
alone, though not completely alone at times. There were fellow
wrestlers aiding me: Martin Buber and Eile Wiesel. During the past six
years, Buber’s ICH UND DU had conducted me through Judaism. But it was
Wiesel’s THE OATH, a year ago, which had inducted me into Judaism. One
key stance, of many, Buber showed me is that a "person is not assured
in G-d, but rather a person is endangered before G-d; To be a person
wrestling ever anew for G-d’s light, yet ever engulfed in G-d’s
abysses." However astute was this offering, it did not challenge me;
It described, not demanded, a response. But in THE OATH, a disturbing
challenge was offered: "So, you want to be a Jew! Find or even claim
Judaism? Well, what are you going to do about it? Just saying you’re a
Jew or being born a Jew is not enough. what will you give?"
Listening to these pounding questions, one must pause, one must
ponder. Then quietly and quickly, a traditional creed becomes alive.
You shall love the lord your G-D
with all your mind,
with all your strength,
and with all your being.
Truly Buber and Wiesel have lived this answer. But can I? Within a
poem I wrote articulating my Turning to Judaism is a line providing
the answer.
LOOK! LISTEN!
The blazing flames of silence speak:
I am a Jew!
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