I am so proud of myself. You must, must, must read this story. (I almost said "hear," but this is a blog, so "read" is the appropriate verb.)
Today I was out doing my grocery shopping, and I passed a man out on the street asking for spare change. This has become a common sight in my life since I moved to New York, and I must admit that sometimes I give and sometimes I don't. Today, I didn't, because I don't have a lot of spare change this week and I want to save it to put in my box tomorrow.
I'm wearing a black velvet kippah today (not the ultra-Orthodox one; the other one, from my brother's Bar Mitzvah), not one that screams "Jew" from a mile away. However, as I passed close to this man, he noticed it, and loudly said something derogatory about Jews. I don't know what it was because I only caught "...JEW," but I did catch the voice tone, and it wasn't nice.
I was really, really tempted to just keep walking. I didn't think I had the courage to face him down and stand up to him.
Here's the thing, though: when I first started wearing a kippah all the time, publicly, I knew I was choosing to represent my people: all the time, publicly. I knew I would have moments like this, and when you're representing, well, you're representing.
So I turned back around, marched back to where the man could see me, and, just like this, said, "DON'T. INSULT. MY PEOPLE." Then I spun back around, and continued on my way to the store.
And on my way home, when I passed him again? He didn't have a thing to say to me. Ha!
So very proud of myself.
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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