Reflections on Rifts and Resilience

In a time of deepening division and rising fear—both outside and within the Jewish community—I find myself turning to unexpected places for lessons in unity, loyalty, and faith.

This month, I’ve written a series of reflections that aim to shine a light on the fractures we face—and the quiet, often overlooked pathways to healing:

Torah:

Turf:

  • Loyalty Lessons from the Locker Room turns to Fenway Park, where teammates like Ortiz and Pedroia teach us how difference and devotion can coexist—and even win championships.
  • Tom Brady’s Touchdown Tosses Teach Torah reflects on the sacred spiral of a quarterback and wide receiver—reminding us that spiritual growth, like football, depends on timing, trust, and shared purpose.
  • Bowled Over by Friendship chronicles my unlikely camaraderie with cricket legend Chris Gayle and how we formed a meaningful and enduring bond despite our very different perspectives.

Across Torah and turf, these stories remind us that healing doesn’t require uniformity—it requires unity. We don’t need to be the same to stay strong. We just need to have each other’s backs.

I hope these reflections offer perspective, and perhaps even hope, as we navigate the road ahead—together.

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