It's been a while since I wrote, first it was the Yomim Tovim, then work, then life and just trying to survive. Here I am sitting in the parking lot of my office typing on my Black Berry at 5:45 AM. Why you ask. I had to make an early morning run to the city, it's 45 minutes till Shacharis, so I'm going through some emails, when I got a notice about another blog I follow, wrote a post about her husband being in Yeshiva, Rabbi asking the place, and him obviously not knowing. Those things are so clear in my head. Literally De Javo. I feel as if she was writing my blog post. Sitting and day dreaming, every word the Rebbi saying is just a Blur. Counting down the minutes, till the next break, but for what. Break comes, and I'm from the few kids in my class that would not get picked to play in the class game. I had 2 left hands when it came to sports. In the younger grades especially I remember just being bullied sometimes. And there I was waiting for break to be over and class to start again. I couldn't stand being around my classmates. This went on and on until maybe middle school, when I took a new stand someone hits me I hit back, and harder. Until my classmates realized I meant business, I'm not your personal punching bag.
