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Sunday, March 26, 2017

BEYOND THE SMILE -- as appeared in Bina Magazine

A few weeks ago I returned home from our local Shabbos shiur in an incredibly rotten mood. Ironically, the topic was simchah. The speaker, a dynamic young woman with a bouncy blonde sheitel and a sparkling, picture-perfect smile, bubbled effusively, “Our faces are reshus harabbim. They are public property. When you smile, the whole world smiles with you, but when you look glum, it negatively impacts those around you.”

Yes, I’ve heard this idea a million times. And I know that it’s true. Our emotions are contagious.

I can almost hear you asking the obvious question. If this is something the author believes to be true and has heard many times before, then why did hearing it at a shiur have such a negative effect on her?

Simple. People with Parkinson’s (like me) often develop what’s known as the Parkinson’s mask. That’s because their facial muscles sometimes become so stiff that they follow gravity in a downward spiral. And when that happens, unless they are consciously concentrating on putting on a cheerful countenance to the world, their mouths slide into a frown and they look, well, sad, or (even worse), spaced out. So when I am concentrating on something, be it on my writing, or my exercise, or even figuring out how to navigate Yerushalayim’s crowded streets, my mouth gets droopy, or, even more embarrassing, drops opens (without my even noticing it) and I look, well, not at all like the intelligent, thinking woman I aspire to be.

It’s frustrating. According to what I just wrote, if you see me sitting on the bus looking deep in thought, chances are that I’m just worried about my appearance, but if I look totally spaced out, then probably my mind is busy conjuring up ideas for my next article, or I’m solving some weighty worldwide crisis. 

Although I don’t want to confuse you, in truth it’s not so simple. Parkinson’s is one of those crazy on-off diseases. So although at times, I can be perfectly fine and look like the picture of good health, I can just as suddenly turn “off” and become incapable of doing almost anything, including smiling. So that means that when I appear to be an intelligent woman deep in thought, I might actually be thinking about something important, rather than concentrating and looking intelligent, but then again, I might not, and when I appear to be spaced out, I might (figuratively) be landing on the moon, but then again, it’s very possible that my feet are firmly on the ground.

So now that you understand (or, admit it, you really don’t. But I won’t tell anyone) why a shiur on simchah put me in a bad mood, I’ll also let you in on a little secret: It didn’t last long. A Shabbos nap, a bit of ice cream (the panacea for all problems) and I was back to my jolly old self —- even if I couldn’t maintain a Colgate smile.

As I write this, I am trying to think of what deep message this story contains, one that can inspire the reader to greater heights in her avodas Hashem. And the truth is, I can’t think of anything incredibly profound, other than the obvious: "Al tistakel bakankan, ela vameh sheyesh bo, do not look at the vessel but at what is in it." Looks can be deceiving. It’s the pnimiyus, a person’s essence that counts.


And as for the importance of smiling, yes, I agree it’s a good thing, and I will, if I can. But if I can’t, I won’t. But I’ll be more than happy to talk with you, and encourage you, and daven for you — and even more than that, I’ll try to be your friend. I’ll be there for you, in a real, way. And isn’t that what’s really important, even if I can’t always brighten the lives of those around me with a happy smile?

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Growing in My Yiddishkeit -- this interview was published in 2008 in the Lakewood Shopper

an interview with Rochel Trugman 

I recently ran into Rochel at a memorial evening held for a common friend of ours, Meira Burkey a"h. We sat in a circle and reminisced about the wonderful things that Meira had done with her life, and how, in her quiet and direct way she impacted so many people. It was one of those magical evenings spent meandering down memory lane, looking back with foggy, gold rimmed glasses on a world that was – at least in our memories. As always, Rochel's comments were sharp and sensitive and mirrored her rugged individuality.

Debbie Shapiro: Could you tell us about your background?

"I grew up south side Chicago in a postwar baby-boom neighborhood. Our family attended a conservative synagogue. The rabbi, Rabbi Eliot Einhorn, was from the 'old country.' He spoke with a thick European accent and couldn't relate to us young Americans. His daughter went to public school with me. I thought that she was extremely brave for refusing to sing goyishe songs before their holiday. I had one friend who kept kosher. When I was fifteen, I visited her during Pesach and was flabbergasted when I went into the kitchen. Everything was turned around for the holiday! There was a record of Jewish music playing on their HiFi that I really liked. It turned out to be Reb Shlomo Carlebach, who would later have a very strong impact on my life.

"In the sixties a non-Jewish friend and I traveled to California to seek the truth. We visited all sorts of interesting places -- missions, cults, ashrams – in our search for emes. One of the stops along the way was a Jewish commune called the House of Love and Prayer in San Francisco. Had anyone told me that it was really a synagogue, I would have never step foot in the place! I remember walking into the door and being warmly welcomed by Miriam Succot (today her husband is a rav in Jerusalem). It was time to light the Shabbos candles. She invited me to light one and helped me make the bracha. Standing there, surrounded by all the other women lighting their candles, I felt as if I had finally come home.

"The House of Love and Prayer, Reb Shlomo Carlebach's synagogue in San Francisco, was an odd mishmash of spiritual seekers and nuts. The people who were looking for emes found it. Most of us continued to grow in our Yiddishkeit. Some didn't.
"After spending almost every Shabbos at the House of Love and Prayer, I was determined to move to Israel. I remember marching into the San Francisco aliya office, telling them that I wanted to make aliya to Eretz Yisrael, to the holy city of Jerusalem. They tried to convince me to travel there as a temporary resident, to see if I like it before taking such a drastic step, but I was determined to make aliya. 'Israel is the only place for a Jew to live,' I insisted. 'I want to ascend to the Holy Land.' 
"I left San Francisco in the beginning of 1970. All my friends came to the airport with their guitars, drums and tambourines to see me off.  It was very emotional; lots of singing, hugging, dancing and tears. I was living the dream. I was on my way to the Promised Land; I was ascending to Jerusalem, the holy city! I was so young and idealistic – and naive.

"When I came to Israel my entire Hebrew vocabulary consisted of just three words: 'ken,' 'lo' and 'shalom. In the taxi that took me from the airport to Jerusalem, I kept asking the driver how much longer it would take before we arrive in Yerushalayim! That's when I learned my fourth Hebrew word: savlanut (patience)!

"I found myself a small apartment near the center of Jerusalem and attended every available English language shiur -- but there weren't very many. One day Rabbi Refson, Neveh's founder and dean, drove up to my building in his little motorcycle and asked me if I would be interested in attending the women's yeshiva that he was starting. I jumped at the opportunity."

Debbie Shapiro: The following year, 1971, I came to Israel to attend Neveh Yerushalayim Seminary, which was then beginning its second year.  But first had to go for an interview with the dean, Rabbi Refson. We arranged to meet in an office above Kikar Shabbos. He walked into the office carrying his motorcycle helmet! I was flabbergasted and whispered to a friend who had come with me, "I will not go to a school run by Hell's Angels!" Then I politely explained to the rabbi that instead of going to seminary that year, I had decided to volunteer on a kibbutz (that was the only excuse I could think of at the spur of the moment)! In the end, I attended Bais Yaakov Yerushalayim, today known as BJJ. As for the motorcycle, I soon discovered that motorcycles were a much more common mode of transportation than cars, and certainly not a sign of belonging to a fringe element.

Rochel:  "The entire Neveh Yerushalayim campus consisted of one small top floor apartment in Bayit Vegan. We learned and ate in the living room; the bedrooms were the 'dorm.' After studying there for one year, I realized that as much as I loved the school, I needed to learn something that would prepare me to enter the Israeli job market. So I transferred to another seminary that issued a State recognized teaching degree.

"The first year in the new seminary I barely scraped by. The classes were in Hebrew. Although by then I knew a lot more than four words, I was still far from being fluent. The second year I did much better. At the end of the year I graduated with an official diploma.

"Armed with an official teaching degree, I found myself a job teaching art in the Israeli public school system. The children were from poor homes and very, very rough. Imagine, forty two kids, absolutely no art supplies; yet I was expected to teach art! But baruch Hashem by the time I left the job three years later, I was doing great. During this time I met my husband, Avraham Arieh, and we were married.

"My husband and I dreamed of living in a rural religious community. Someone told us of an abandoned Nachal settlement that belonged to Poalei Agudath Yisrael [PAI]. They were looking for a garin, a seed group, to establish a moshav there.  The moshav (which we later called Moshav Meor Modiin, because the Amshinover Rebbe, Rav Meir Kalish ztz"l, blessed us with hatzlacha and bracha) was located in the middle of nowhere, not far from the old Jordanian border. Six (!) different seed groups had tried to settle there before us – and had failed.

"We were a group of seven idealistic American couples – dreamy eyed and with almost no practical experience. We moved to our new home – a barren plot of land -- in the summer of 1976. Originally Moshav Meor Modiin was founded as a moshav shitufi, a cooperative moshav, which is similar to a kibbutz in that everyone owns everything, yet different in that families receive a monthly paycheck to use as they see fit (eventually we privatized). Most people assumed that we'd last just a few months. Thirty two years later, the Moshav is flourishing!


"Today Moshav Meor Modiin, bordering the newly built city of Modiin and just minutes from Kiryat Sefer, is centrally located. But when we settled there, it was extremely isolated. We were an hour and a half drive from Jerusalem. All around us were mountains covered with lush forests. What is today the major Jerusalem-Modiin highway was nothing more than a rarely used two lane country lane. We did our weekly shopping in the Lod shuk, winding our way between the vendors selling camels and sheep! 
"We wanted to create a place where we could invite the whole world to taste the beauty of Torah. We wanted to dance and sing, and recreate the atmosphere of San Francisco's House of Love and Prayer, only here, in Eretz Yisrael, it would be centered around families and children, and everything would be according to halacha."
Debbie Shapiro: While writing up this interview, I did some research on the moshav and wanted to share this tidbit, taken from Moshav Meor Modiin's official website, with my readers. "… The very next day he hitched a ride to Modi'in. When he reached Gimzo Junction he waited an hour for a ride, hut no cars passed, so he walked the last five miles."
"The families with children were given small, two room houses that were built like bunkers to withstand Jordanian bombs. We were housed in a tiny one bedroom (if you could call it that!) caravan. There were no gardens and only few trees, but if you were come today, you would never believe it -- the moshav is lush with greenery, most of which we planted ourselves! At night, we were entertained by the jackals howling in the surrounding woods. But after we convinced the Jewish Agency to purchase electric guitars for us, we made enough noise to frighten them off."
Debbie: The Jewish Agency purchased electric guitars for you? That's amazing!
"The Jewish Agency was a bit shocked at our request for electric guitars. Most moshavs requested things like tractors or help in building factories, not musical instruments! The Jewish Agency had purchased a plastic bag factory for the previous garin. But we were all American hippies cum baalei teshuva and into health food and ecology. We couldn't imagine devoting our lives to producing something as mundane as plastic bags, although tractors would have been helpful for growing our organic vegetables! Eventually the plastic bag factory was converted into a whole wheat flour mill, as part of our health food industry.
"It took some persuading on our part until the Jewish Agency was finally convinced that we were really going to use the guitars to support ourselves, and not just to have fun. Once we had the guitars, we opened a band, Modiin' L'Simcha and started playing for schools and weddings and performing at concerts. We succeeded in our goal of spreading simcha and Yiddishkeit, while supporting ourselves at the same time. In addition to playing music and producing granola, we also tilled the land. We planted avocado and apricot trees and grew wheat. We worked hard, but we were young and idealistic. I felt like a pioneer. I had changed from an idealistic hippy to an idealistic yet tough pioneer woman.
"In 1977, the Moshav started working with youth groups, hosting them for one day programs. Although we did not have the space or facilities to house and feed groups for overnight or Shabbat programs, in the winter we hosted programs in the community's shul and dining room.
In 1984 the Moshav opened the Meor Modiin's Medrasha L'Yahudut, which worked with all sorts of groups all year round.  My husband was the Medrasha's director. Our programs were extremely successful, with over 5,500 participants annually. But in 1989, with the beginning of the 'Intifada', youth group tourism virtually came to a halt, and the Medrasha ceased to function.
"When the Medrasha closed down, my husband and I decided to go to the States for a few years to work in kiruv. Avraham Arieh got a position in Denver, Colorado, opening a new NCSY (National Council of Synagogue Youth, the OU's official youth group) region. Originally we were planning to stay there for just three years, but when my in-laws had health problems we realized that we couldn't leave and remained for seven years.

"The intermarriage rate in Denver is seventy percent! We battled that by creating an orthodox social network for Jewish teenagers, hopefully inspiring them to become more committed Jews. We organized Shabbatons, picnics, outings, roller skating parties, weekly Torah classes, retreats, you name it! We also taught Torah classes in the public schools.

"Baruch Hashem, we had a lot of success. Many of the kids in our group became completely shomer mitzvos. We had one girl who lived an hour and a half drive from Denver. Her parents wanted her to have Jewish friends and drove her into Denver for all our activities. She was very popular and became regional president. Today she lives not far from Haifa, and is part of Zichron Yaakov's flourishing yeshiva community.

"When we returned to Israel in 1995, I went back to school -- Neveh Yerushalayim, my alma mater from twenty five years ago! I enrolled in Neveh's counselor program and got my master's degree in clinical sociology. As part of my course of study, we were supposed to choose a mentor to guide us. I had read Rabbi Pliskin's books and heard him teach at our college outreach programs here in Israel. Each time I was inspired anew, so sought him out and asked him to be my mentor. When I graduated, he gave me permission to do workshops based on his writings."

Debbie Shapiro: How has learning counseling changed your life?

"It taught me to be a better listener, to be less judgmental and more compassionate of others.

"My husband and I were hired to start a college outreach program called VISA and now we run our own program called Ohr Chadash. I like to joke that we graduated from high school – working with the NCSY high school students – to college! Since we started our college outreach in 1995 we have worked with over 25,000 college students.

Our Shabbatons and classes include lots of soulful singing and moving story telling. After our students return 'home' we keep in touch with them through email. Approximately 5,000 people on our email list receive divrei Torah on a regular basis. In addition we have a website,
www.thetrugmans.com  that provides audio classes on many topics including parshat hashavua. An overwhelming majority of the kids we touch end up becoming more religious. They also become part of our extended family.

"Every year our alumni in the United States arrange for my husband and I to lecture and give Shabbatons there. This coming Fall we're running programs in Washington D.C., Stanford, Connecticut, Boston, Denver and near Chicago. We get tremendous naches in seeing the strides that our students have made. Many have become Torah observant.

"We currently run a home hospitality program. Most Shabbosim we have between twenty five to thirty guests. There's lots of singing and dancing, good food, and connecting. People know that our home is a great place to be for Shabbos! Sometimes I feel that we should sell printed T-shirts saying, 'I've spent Shabbos at the Trugmans.' Some of our guests love it so much that they come back hundreds of times." 

Debbie Shapiro: How do you cope with all the physical work?

Rochel: Like Jewish women throughout the world, I start early. Wednesday is for shopping, Thursday for baking and Friday for cooking. A girl comes on Friday to do the cleaning.

"I cannot tell you how much I get from working with these kids. I feel that the neshomos we have touched are our extended family, and their children are my grandchildren! Sometimes, years later our students and guests just pop in unexpectedly – we're family, after all – to introduce us to their spouses and children. Each time I am moved anew.

"One time one of our former Denver NCSY kids showed up at our front door with his wife and three kids. He had just moved to Moshav Chashmonaim, a religious settlement near Kiryat Sefer. The last time we saw him he was eighteen years old and his father was dying in a hospice. We did our best to get him through that rough period. 

"We've also made a lot of shidduchim. One young woman who came to us was about to get engaged to a non-Jew in America. In desperation, her parents sent her to Israel, hoping that she'd find someone Jewish here and forget about her non-Jewish boyfriend. She met a young man at one of our programs -- and the rest is history! Today, she's married, religious, and living in Eretz Yisrael."

Debbie Shapiro: It sounds like you and your husband have really grown over the years, and are using your unique talents to impact people. How as the moshav changed during the last thirty two years?

Rochel: "It's much more beautiful! The children, and the trees, are grown. We're still a small rural community with only forty families. Most of our members are from the United States, with a sprinkling of Israelis. A lot of artists and musicians live here.

"Obviously in the last thirty two years we've matured. Religiously, our members are much more mainstream than they were then, and certainly more halachically observant. We're growing and changing, and hope to continue to grow and change."