Life’s Lessons: What I learned from the Jews

This is the continuation of my Life’s Lessons series, so far there has only been one post about it, on Flexibility, and you can check it out here http://beingzhenya.wordpress.com/2011/05/05/lifes-lessons-flexibility/

Now, what does a simple Russian girl like me have to do with the Jews? Well, I used to work for them, I used to live with them, I celebrated Sabbath (almost every week) with them, I celebrated the other holidays, and I simply talked to them, and through that communication came the life’s lessons that I want to share with you today, maybe you’ll find them helpful, maybe not, but the goal of this post is to prove – that there are so many good things different nationalities can learn from each other (FYI: I do have a MA in Cultural Studies)

Lesson One: Patience

I lived in a family, that was in constant law suits (I do believe there was more than 1 going on at the same time). One of the law suits is still going on, as I am writing this post. Have you been in one? No? Me neither! But watching them go through this, I definitely realized, that sometimes you just need to be patient and most of the time, it’s the only thing left to do!

Lesson 2: Gratefulness

This lesson naturally comes out of lesson 1. I learned to be thankful for not having to go through law suits. I learned to be thankful for not having kids who misbehave, who pee themselves, and do other not so fun stuff. I learned to be thankful for Grandmothers, because the one they had was so extremely helpful (thought at times annoying), it definitely made me realize how important our relatives are! And to be thankful for the family! I learned to express my gratitude, and thank you cards is not all there is! You can make cookies, you can bring flowers, you can make photo collages, etc, etc, etc… What counts, is being grateful!

Lesson 3: Cooking

Not that I didn’t know how to cook before, but I learned how to enjoy the process! The host father was a fabulous cook! The best one I’ve ever met, never used a cook book, always followed the instinct/ intuition/heart/gut (pick whichever one you like!). He didn’t teach me how to cook, he taught me confidence! That no matter what you are making, it will turn out, as long as you are confident! I am not saying I am this super talented chef now, but I can cook to impress, and I am happy about it! I also learned the importance of buying organic and eating kosher meat (with all the junk they pump the meat with in the States), it’s the safest way to go and tastes as good. I began experimenting, trying different recipes, trying different foods! I never thought I would like falafel or beets! Now I do!

Lesson 4: Persistence

I will call until I get an answer (no matter how long I am going to have to spend on hold). I will fight until the end to get my refund. I will write reviews on sales reps, managers, assistants, if I liked them, if I didn’t like them, if I hated them, and in many other situations. Today, thanks to my persistence, I was able to finally get rid of this nervous, flip flopping feeling in my stomach! And all because I called and asked the right questions!

Lesson 5: Useful lingo

“Schmuck” & “Putz”, enough said!

Lesson 6: Saving on Everything

Couponing, shopping on sales, clearances, but I didn’t stop there. I began to freecycle (www.freecycle.org ), thrift shop, and it’s not just to save the money, but to reuse and save the environment! I am not an extreme couponer, like the ones they show on TLC, but I know my way around, and how to get free stuff. Some things I have freecycled include, but aren’t limited to 🙂 clothes, books, iHome, jewelry (real and costume), toiletries, house decor, movies, CDs. You name it, I have probably freecycled it at one point or another! I also went to monthly swaps! And those were amazing! Even my jewish host mom was amazed at me, because she considered herself thrifty, but I beat here there. Though sometimes I think she was just a plain hoarder 🙂

Lesson 7: Acceptance and Tolerance 

When it came to other cultures and religions, I used to be a person who would flinch, and go her own way, but this Jewish family changed a lot for me. I didn’t become a Jew, nor am I planning on becoming one, I simply was able to get a better perspective on God’s chosen people. Having been a Christian for the most part of my life, we were always taught the New Testament is more important than the Old. I was able to see that Old Testament with my own eyes, experience it through different holiday celebrations, and learn a lot about God, or as they call him HaShem.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, let me know if there is anything you want to disagree with.

PS. I left out the names, I hope I don’t need to explain why! Another important thing: this is the good stuff, there was plenty of bad, ugly, and even unmentionable. But I chose to remember the good, forget the bad, and move on. Though this only relates to my Jewish family, the Catholics can forget I ever existed!

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