A Different Point of View   Story Editor:
By Paula Fleischer  Joyce Schowalter

California, USA

    Rabbi William Kramer officiated at a Jewish temple in Burbank,
 California, for many years. When we lived in the area, my family
 attended this temple, and we were always touched by his humanity. His
 sermons often left us with tears rolling down our cheeks as we
 recognized our own human frailties, and our opportunities to be better
 human beings. In fact, my mother's eyes often filled with tears even
 before the Rabbi spoke in anticipation of his great lessons.
    About 1985, the temple congregation was meeting in a large hall for
 Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) services. Rosh Hashanah usually falls at
 the beginning or middle of September. It is a holiday celebrating the
 New Year, and many people wear their new "fall season" clothing for the
 first time. It is usually too hot to wear that kind of clothing in
 southern California in September, but traditions die hard.
    This particular year the hall was overflowing, with over 2,000 people
 present. The Rabbi's sermon is typically given at the end of the two or
 three hour religious service. So here we were: 2,000 hot, tired, cranky
 people trying to give proper attention to our beloved Rabbi and the
 words he would recommend we consider as we enter the New Year.
    Just as Rabbi Kramer approached the podium, a baby started crying. He
 waited. We all waited. As the crying continued, I thought, and assumed
 everyone around me was thinking, "Hey lady, get your baby out of here!"
 The Rabbi waited.
    After what seemed like a very long time, the Rabbi slowly spoke these
 words: "Isn't this a miracle? How wonderful it is to have this new
 person among us. How lucky we are as a congregation and a people, that
 this baby's parents have chosen to raise their child in our religion.
 Mazel Tov to the parents and to everyone here who will enjoy this Jewish
 child as he or she grows with us."
    We all listened to this baby's crying with a complete change of
 heart. I, as usual, had tears running down my cheeks in wonderment at
 this incredible man, Rabbi William Kramer. He had the ability -- in a
 few words -- to transport the hearts and minds of a roomful of cranky
 people to a higher, more tolerant, place.
    I sometimes find myself ready to fire off another "Hey lady"-type of
 comment. And that is when I *try* to think, "What would Rabbi Kramer
 do?" If I remember to slow down and consider his point of view, I can
 change my tactic. Others later compliment me for my handling of a sticky
 situation. I know that I owe it all to Rabbi William Kramer.

  HeroicStories #286: 11 March 2002

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