Where were we? Ah yes. On a flight home from Israel. I've read descriptions of others in my shoes. It's been called the moment of apostasy.
I was in a fog. I had to decide what it all means. For me, my wife, kids. Everybody.
I didn't want to do anything rash. I kept on telling myself there's no rush to make any decisions. Anything I might do today, I can do next week.
I've heard of others who just chucked it all. Family, community, friends.
After deliberating for about 2 seconds, I knew I wasn't going to do that.
OK, listen up, Quiz number 2.
Why didn't I take a trip to the Statue of Liberty and toss my Tefilin as so many others had done?
I enjoy getting ripped off and paying extra for Kosher food, Tuition and filtered water.
I didn't want to upset my Talmidim.
I'm afraid of Ferries.
I'm afraid of my wife.
I love Shukkling in Shul for hours on end. It's like getting dizzy on a roller Coaster.
I want a Large Yarmulka to cover my bald spot.
I enjoy having to struggle to find a vacation spot with Kosher Food.
I love three day Yom Tovim when all we do is eat, daven, sleep, visit friends, eat, daven, sleep, friends visit us, eat, daven, sleep, visit friends.
I enjoy giving my boss explanations, such as "I have to leave early to attend a feast for the "redemption of my Firstborn". Boss says "huh?" or "Sorry, I can't call the client at 6:30, I have to eat a Purim Seuda", "What? I thought you said it's like Halloween", "er... Never mind, just call as soon as you're finished."