I procrastinated on The One Who Wronged You. I didn’t want to crawl back into the cave. And indeed, writing about the person who I believed wronged me in letter form just got me riled up all over again. My words hit the page with harshness and force. In 2017, I wrote an email to this person, whom I’d known since 1971, to say I never wanted to see him again or have anything to do with him again. Just to be clear, this was not a boyfriend or someone I’d seen romantically. I just got tired of his lies to me and to himself. He deflected my words as he was wont to do. He responded and wanted to get together for coffee. I never wrote him back. I threw out anything in the house that had to do with him, including the thirteen necklaces he’d given me throughout high school and college.
Bottom line, if you want to make sure you write with pure emotion, write to or about the one who wronged you.
Week 43’s writing was a difference experience. I wrote about Congregation B’nai Israel of Kearny and North Arlington (NJ). How it was the center of my youth even though my family was not particularly observant (my mother did keep a kosher home but both she and my father only went to shul for Yizkor on Yom Kippur but often for social activities). I recalled the Purim Carnivals, learning Hebrew songs and dances in the All-Purpose Room, Memorial Day poppies and hot dogs among my father and other Jewish War Veterans of the Sanford L. Kahn Post. I recently donated ephemera of the congregation’s Ladies’ Auxiliary to the Jewish Historical Society of Greater Metrowest in Whippany. Most importantly, I learned to identify as a Jew with reverence, legacy, and honor.
Rabbi Sidney Bogner of Congregation B’nai Israel (Courtesy Jewish Historical Society Greater Metrowest)