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Dec. 24, 2021 "David Rosenberg: If you receive kindness, remember to also give some in return": Today I found this article by David Rosenberg in the Financial Post. This is a heartwarming story:
David Rosenberg shares a profoundly personal story about an act of kindness that has affected him to this day
This was a rough year for everything outside the equity market and I say good riddance to 2021 just as I did to 2020 a year ago this time. But it must be said that at least we have vaccines, boosters and treatment, and there is hope now that the pandemic will finally transition to an endemic.
I keep saying that in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1925 classic The Great Gatsby, there was not one reference to the 1918-19 Spanish Flu in its 152 pages. We’ll get through this.
The pandemic has sharpened our focus on what’s important. That much is obvious. And on how precious life is and remembering the close friends and family members we lost.
It is memory, after all, that separates us from animals (not the only thing). I lost a friend and a mentor this past year, a dear family friend who I have known since I was 12 years old. His name was Rabbi Reuven Bulka, and if you Google his name, you will see that he was a tour de force . A huge influence on me and if you spend just a bit of time looking at his numerous interviews on YouTube or reading one of his many influential books, you will have wished you had met him in your lifetime. Sadly, he died of cancer last summer.
Rabbi Bulka preached kindness. At all times, not just this time of year. That he had a PhD in psychology gave him an edge in knowing the societal benefits of being kind at all times. And Rabbi Bulka practiced what he preached.
So, I want to talk about kindness, and I want to share with you a profoundly personal story about an act of kindness that has affected me to this day.
It’s hard to believe that it has been nearly 11 years since my mother passed away. It was back in March 2011. The shiva was at my parents’ condo north of Toronto. We had many family members come for the week from out of town (and out of the country) for the funeral and the shiva.
Of course, for those of you who have had any experience with mourning in the Jewish faith, you don’t sit shiva on Saturday (Shabbat). It just so happens that on that particular Saturday, it was my middle son’s 16th birthday. (Jacob, who many of you have already gotten to know as my client service representative and the person who produces my webcasts, TV interviews, etc.) My wife, Rachael, said to me, “I know how much you loved your mom, and this is a rough week, so we don’t need to have a big birthday celebration.” To which I quickly said, “ No, a celebration is what we all need. ”
I wanted to do something special. It’s the proverbial circle of life. Mom died on Tuesday; it was Jacob’s birthday on Saturday. And I know what my mother would have said, too: “Don’t skip a birthday party on my account!” The thing is, in deep winter when dusk comes early, I had to quickly think about what we could do before those first three stars show up in the sky on a Saturday eve. For those who have studied theology or who claim some of their best friends are Jewish, you will know what I mean. And that’s because the shiva starts again once Shabbat (the sabbath) is over.
I called my friend who owns one of the top sushi establishments in Toronto. This was by far our favourite restaurant in the city and the kids caught their taste for sushi there. I recall once telling six-year-old Mikey as he ate salmon makis as if they were popcorn, “Sonny, do you realize you have $20 stuffed in your mouth right now?” We had our table and our favourite server, Sumi (she got to know us so well she would always have a cake waiting when we came for birthdays). Edo was and is a very special place, and not just for the great food. The service. The ambiance. The kindness.
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And that takes me to the owner, Barry. Over the years, we had become friends and today, we have become very close friends.
I called him up: “Barry, I have a big ask. Mom died on Tuesday. Jacob’s birthday is Saturday. I have 15 people, siblings from Israel (plus my family here), and cousins and aunts from Winnipeg, and I want to have an early birthday dinner party at Edo. Because the shiva will start again around 6 p.m., I want to rent out the restaurant (Barry had a nice party room at the back) and I know that means you have to bring in the chefs early, we want Sumi to serve us and I want to pre-order the sushi (except for my dad who would eat herring and gefilte fish all day long, but raw fish? Forget it. He had the salmon teriyaki) and the wine. I am paying for the whole thing, including the extra time for all the staff, so add the tip to the bill and sometime close to 6 p.m., just have Sumi hand it to me.”
I made it clear this was a huge favour. Can you imagine opening a restaurant on a Saturday at 3 p.m. instead of the normal 5 p.m.? I made it clear, just so you know, this was all on my dime. You know where this is going, right?
“Done,” Barry said. “Show up a half-hour early with your dad and your brother Mel (who was in from Tel Aviv) and we’ll have a toast to your mom.” We got there, me and Mel, dad inching ahead slowly on his walker (with Parkinson’s, but at that point still very much on the ball and he never, not once, complained about his condition), and Barry cracked open a Macallan 18 and we toasted mom. Surreal. And then everyone showed up. Barry made sure the party room was decked out, the wine on ice and the makis, sashimi, nigiri and hand rolls (and Dad’s cooked salmon) were pre-ordered and served with smiles and warmth from dear Sumi.
When it came time to pay up, and I’m paying attention to when the Shabbat is about to end so we can make the trek up to North Toronto, I motion to Sumi to bring me the bill. She comes with one of those leather file folders and hands it to me. No paper. No bill. Just 30 little wrapped Japanese candies. I motioned again to Sumi, and she came over and I said, “There’s no bill.”
She replied, “Barry looked after it.” I said, “That wasn’t the deal, where is he? I need to talk to him. This wasn’t the agreement.” Sumi said, “He’s gone. Barry left two hours ago.” I blurted out, “This isn’t right,” and she quickly retorted, “you have no idea how much he wanted to do this for you. Please, just accept it as what it is. An expression of kindness.”
There’s that word again.
I will lay myself bare and tell you that I broke down and cried at that point. I was so overwhelmed with emotion, you can’t imagine. Mom dies and then we have Jacob’s birthday four days later, and then this gesture of extreme generosity that was unforgettable. I could hear one of my boys ask, “What’s the matter with Dad?” Rachael said, “Your father’s okay; Barry did something very kind for him.”
I tell this story a lot, but this is the first time ever in print. And when I do, the question I get back is, “ Can I meet Barry?” The look on everyone’s face when I get to the ending of how the candies fall out, no bill, and my reaction is always the same. Astonishment. And I’m not surprised at the question: who doesn’t want to meet someone who could provide such kindness? But as Barry — and Rabbi Bulka — would likely say: just make sure that as you receive the kindness, you also give some in return.
Happy holidays and here is to a kind (and COVID-19-free) 2022.
Financial Post
David Rosenberg is founder of independent research firm Rosenberg Research & Associates Inc. You can sign up for a free, one-month trial on Rosenberg’s website.
David Rosenberg: If you receive kindness, remember to also give some in return | Financial Post
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Thank you for sharing this heartwarming story.
Best column ever.
Here's to 2022.
This week doesn't have a theme. Here are the other 2 blog posts:
"Ontario to establish basic gig worker rights"/ "The gig economy is here to stay and Ontario is ahead of the curve in recognizing it"
"Ontario court certifies class action against Uber that could see some workers recognized as employees"/ "Uber Eats launches new services, changes price structure for deliveries"
My week:
Nov. 28, 2022 "Dwayne Johnson Visits 7-Eleven He Used To Shoplift From And Clears His Conscience": Today I found this article by Josephine Harvey on Yahoo. I like this because it's a story about righting wrongs and doing a good deed. He bought the Snickers bars and put them in bag so customers get them for free:
Dwayne Johnson has finally cleared his guilty conscience.
The “Black Adam” star posted a video on Instagram over the weekend documenting a recent visit to a 7-Eleven convenience store in Hawaii. According to The Rock, he used to shoplift from the store as a teen.
“We were evicted from Hawaii in ’87, and after all these years ― I finally got back home to right this wrong,” the actor said. “I finally exorcised this damn chocolate demon that’s been gnawing at me for decades.”
Johnson said he used to steal a king-size Snickers bar from the store every day when he was 14. “The same clerk was there every day and always just turned her head and never busted me,” he wrote.
In the video, the star bought every Snickers bar in the shop and paid for the purchases of stunned customers, too.
“We can’t change the past and some of the dumb stuff we may have done, but every once in a while we can add a little redeeming grace note to that situation — and maybe put a big smile on some stranger’s faces,” he wrote.
Johnson, now one of the highest-paid actors in Hollywood, was 14 when his family was evicted from their one-bedroom apartment in Hawaii after his parents were unable to pay the rent.
“We were living in an efficiency [studio] that cost $120 a week,” Johnson told The Hollywood Reporter in 2014. “We come home, and there’s a padlock on the door and an eviction notice. My mom starts bawling. She just started crying and breaking down. ‘Where are we going to live? What are we going to do?’”
Johnson said that at around the age of 13, he started to “veer off the tracks” and turned to petty crime.
“I started getting arrested for fighting, theft, all kinds of stupid [stuff] that I shouldn’t have been doing,” he told The Sun last year.
It wasn’t until he was 18 that he began to channel his energy into bodybuilding, wrestling and NFL, ultimately leading to his pro wrestling and acting careers.
A woman in western Newfoundland believes online thieves have taken most of her savings, after the money started to disappear from her account earlier this year.
Bernetta Serrick checked her account balance on a mobile banking app on a Friday in mid-August.
She says she was baffled to see her money had been going missing in large sums.
"I seen all these transactions, $5,000 here, $4,000-something here, going different places," she said.
She waited until her local Bank of Montreal branch opened the following Monday, and went in person to tell the staff what happened. Serrick says the teller witnessed another large sum of money being transferred away in real time as Serrick stood at the counter, helpless as she lost another $5,000.
"I said 'stop it, flag it, do whatever you need to do, just stop it,'" said Serrick.
All told, she says she lost about $20,000 over four global money transfers, all in the span of just four days.
Sarah Bradley is the CEO of Ombudsman for Banking Services and Investments, a company that works to resolve disputes between banks and their customers as an alternative to litigation.
Bradley said in order for the bank to be responsible for reimbursing Serrick, she needs to prove the bank did something wrong.
"It's often the case that consumers don't realize they have provided access to their accounts to a scammer," said Bradley.
Serrick recalls being prompted to change her password to access her mobile banking some weeks before the money disappeared, and wonders whether that could have been the moment her account was breached.
This Deer Lake woman's savings vanished, leaving her with only unanswered questions (yahoo.com)
My opinion: I do online banking on the desktop computer or my tablet. Now after reading this, I will only do this on my desktop.
Serrick should transfer all her money to a new bank altogether.
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