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A Road Taken (With Apologies to Robert Frost)

“‘It’s bad! It’s bad!’ says the acquirer; but when he leaves, then he will praise.” (Mishlei 20:14)

As the school year begins to wind down I have often had the opportunity to accompany some of our students in Bais Hachinuch on their class end-of-the-year outings. It is a wonderful opportunity for me to join our youths in their natural hab­itat, i.e., outdoors and running around.

So when Rabbi Gradman, our es­teemed sixth grade rebbe, asked me if I could join his class trip last week I readi­ly agreed, without yet knowing where we were going.

On the day before the trip I found out we were going biking.

“Biking?”

“Yeah, you know with pedals, wheels, handlebars…”

“Oooh, I haven’t done that in a while.”

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

When we arrived at the park it was raining lightly and the clouds looked menacing.

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

One of the boys told me it was a six-mile trail. Six miles in the rain; here goes nothing.

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

Most of the boys were pedaling with ease, but some boys started to slow down and were having a hard time. “I am get­ting tired. I can’t do it.”

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

Without much recourse, they forged on.

Then I was informed that it wasn’t a circuitous route, and when we got to the end of the trail, we had to bike 6 miles back.

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

“I CAN’T! My feet are killing me.”

“Come on. Keep pedaling. Look how far we’ve gone. Don’t give up now!”

The last three miles were truly pain­ful, and I was nervous that some of the boys (and one of their chaperones, who is typing this article) may not make it.

“It’s bad! It’s bad!” says the acquirer.

But then, as the sun began to shine, drying our wet and muddied clothing, we crossed the finish line. Twelve miles! We had done it!

“But when he leaves, then he will praise.”

It was a major challenge. We doubt­ed ourselves, but continued on because we felt we had to. And in the end we pre­vailed. It was a great feeling.

“But when he leaves, then he will praise”

I felt that the trip was a microcosm of the school year. Truthfully, it mirrors any challenges we encounter in trying to ac­complish anything. The journey is ardu­ous and frustrating, and sometimes it can be downright painful. Along the way we doubt ourselves as we ponder the bleak­ness of our situation. But if we can main­tain perspective on our goals, and re­member that when it’s over we will feel incomparable pride, it can serve as inspi­ration to forge ahead.

“But when he leaves, then he will praise”

Still, I feel compelled to admit that when the biking trip was over and I felt very proud of myself, I did not join the energy-ridden students who then pro­ceeded to play an intense game of tag in the nearby playground.

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By R’ Dani Staum

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