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Kids & Teens

Necessary tactics in ‘War on Terror’

I feel it is of the utmost importance for teens to get involved in politics and be informed about important issues that deal with the war on terror. If we as teenagers stay informed, we will have the knowledge to make the correct choices in the future

Thanks, Cal State — thanks a lot

When we hear that the one option that has always been guaranteed to us is now an uncertain variable, we can do nothing but doubt. When competition rages from all angles, and the safety we counted on no longer exists, we can do nothing but give up, right?

Looking upon the flag

The flag is like a tallit. The tallit envelops us in a physical connection to God and to the Jewish people.

Ashtrays and Diet Coke

Your hearty laughs were rare, but you could always make me laugh.You gave me happiness even when you were deprived of it.

An unexpected family in Netanya

Watching the children cry, clinging to us and begging us not to leave, I realized the power of selfless giving, an experience I had not discovered before this volunteer opportunity.

A lesson in listening

I was partnered with a woman who, before she even really met me, thanked me for just showing up as a volunteer. She was homeless in San Francisco and felt that she had nowhere to turn before she found Project Homeless Connect. As I walked her to the housing information stand, she displayed thorough delight that somebody was beside her to hear all that she had to say. It seemed as if very few people, or none, had bothered to listen to her full story.

Opening the Gates

Next time you see someone like me at your synagogue or at your event, remember that they probably feel really lonely and you could be the person to make their day by smiling at them and letting them know that they exist.

Honey cake, down on the farm

Danny\’s Farm is unlike other farms: It employs adults and teens with physical and/or developmental disabilities, but is designed for children with or without disabilities.

Cambodia’s killing fields revisited

I can vividly remember the first time I visited the Museum of Tolerance, in seventh grade. Not personally knowing anyone who had survived the Holocaust, I had been shielded from the grisly details of World War II.

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