After hearing about the tragic terror attacks that took place in Paris this past Friday night, I, like most people, was left with a deep sense of grief, fear, and helplessness. What was there to do now? What words can be said to describe this pain?
I decided to go to Charleston, though given the events of this past year, the news of the shooting didn’t shock me. But upon my arrival, I was immediately shocked. There wasn’t anger. There was no vengefulness. There was a resounding faith in the goodness of God.
It’s been close to 24 hours since I arrived home from Charleston thanks to the Bronfman Center for Jewish Student Life at NYU. Family and friends want to know about my experience. How was it? Can you tell us a story, share a reflection?
I was offered the opportunity to travel to Charleston, SC for the weekend through the Bronfman Center for Jewish Student Life at NYU, and in the short 11 hour period from when I received the invitation to when I left for the airport, I had all kinds of thoughts.
Twenty four hours after returning from Charleston, I still don't have the words to describe what it was like to stand broken hearted with the people there . The terrorist attack at Mother Emanuel AME Church last Wednesday is incomprehensible not because the racism of the killer is extraordinary,--it is not--but because it is hard to fathom how nine people could be gone so instantly.
Our intrepid travelers have returned from a week of service and learning in Jamaica. We'll be posting photos soon.
To the Shalhevet Community, friends, classmates, rabbis, and teachers,
In 32 days, I will be a college graduate. For me, graduating at Yankee Stadium is just mind-blowing.