Welcome to 2014.  Well almost.  When the calendar flipped the page 14 years ago to the year 2000 I doubt any of us would have predicted the world to be what it is today.  Mired in political unrest, global conflict, economic collapse and growing hatred for everyone, our world seems to be spiraling into the abyss.  And no one seems to care enough to stop the process.

Those who know me and at least marginally like my writing skills generally know that I do my best work when writing with emotion.  If that is indeed the case, expect to enjoy this article.  Oh wait, enjoyment is a thing of the past.  That’s not what sells anymore and certainly not what gets the most attention on social media.  Instead we need to focus on our disdain for those who do not hold the same political views as we do, for if as a conservative or liberal, someone has a different philosophy they must be the cause of all the world’s problems.

We also talk much tougher these days.  There’s no need to attempt any peaceful solution with the enemy when it is so much easier to send an army to fight on our behalf.  I know people will die, but that’s of little consequence since I’ll still be safe at home and able to proclaim my militancy on social media.  After all, we can’t really trust anyone today, can we?

I am the son of Holocaust survivors.   The knowledge and clarity I believe my parents gave to me has lead me to an understanding that the Jewish people always have some form of a target on their back from someone.  Understanding that we have been murdered, terrorized and attacked in the past does not give me a persecution complex.  It just gives me insight.  However, believing that anyone whoever says anything bad about the Jewish people wants us all dead does indeed mean I have a persecution complex.  This is a statement that can apply to anyone who belongs to a group that has suffered some degree of persecution on any level in the past.  Not all contradictory statements are signs of bigotry.  Sometimes they are signs of ignorance, sometimes they are incorrect statements, and here is the hardest one for people to come to terms with, sometimes they are actually correct.   But they very often do not constitute attacks on an entire group of people.

Of course there have been those who jumped to the side of bashing Nelson Mandela since he passed away, and although I am not one to think someone is great just because everyone else does, I do indeed recognize the behavior and actions that made him great.  As a Jew, I don’t think he is an anti-Semite because he hugged and made nice with Yasser Arafat.  This is the same man who made nice with the men who imprisoned him for 27 years in the name of what he considered to be the best strategy for his nation moving forward.  I guess that means Nelson Mandela was actually in favor of apartheid.  Interesting since by standing next to Fidel Castro he automatically becomes a Marxist, right?

I remember the days when even if we hated the president, we still respected the office.  Even when we hated the president so much that we could claim a president’s behavior didn’t show respect for the office, the people still maintained their respect to some degree.  Today is different.   Whether it’s calling George W. Bush an idiot or insultingly calling Barack Obama a Muslim Mullah because his middle name is Hussein, all respect for the office has gone out the window. 

Today another popular approach is fear mongering.  Beware of the impending martial law or New World Order.  Soon we can expect everything to change and our entire world will go to hell and the very fabric of our society will crumble.  The good news is, and this is very important, when it does, we can make a nice post on Facebook and bring to everyone’s attention what a visionary we have always been.  After all, it’s more important that we are right and look heroic to our “friends” than that we actually say or do the right thing.

I’m not bitter. I’m really not.  I actually feel quite good about the future.  I’m just trying to write a post that will appeal to the masses.  Good tidings and positive vibes are just, well you know, not realistic.  So I might as well call this article the sell out, because who is actually going to “Like” your post on your blog or your thread on Facebook if talks about optimism for the future.  That would be lame.

So with all of you who feel resolutions are important on New Years and not so important the rest of the year, here’s an idea.  How about being resolved to find some good in the world instead of constantly focusing on everything that is wrong with it?  Who knows?  In the process you might actually find the good you’ve been missing and make something good happen.

OK, so unreligiously may or may not be a real word (it appears that it is but I don’t feel like changing the whole beginning),  but the message can’t be sent without making the point that specific religious doctrine often has nothing to do with what is seen as a religious holiday.  In the event that there are conservative minded Jewish people out there who would be critical of the fact that I, as a proud Jew would openly say that I am able to enjoy Christmas day, let me start by making a very important and more poignant point.  Many Jewish people celebrate Jewish holidays the way that I enjoy Christmas.  By enjoying getting together with friends or family, enjoying the food and having a fun day off of work, nothing they do on these holidays, sometime even the most solemn holiday of Yom Kippur, is specifically Jewish of action.  I stop short of saying it is not religious because you can make a valid argument that any time you show warmth and respect and love to anyone it’s a religious action, but that action is not indigenous to one group of people.  I personally apply specific Jewish action to many of my practices on the most important Jewish holidays such as Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur and Passover, so when I say I enjoy Christmas, nothing about that is contradictory to my life as a Jew.

So with that said, here are my highlights from Christmas 2013.  Starting with Christmas Eve when I shared a drink with 2 housemates.  This was not just any drink though.  This was Sortilege.  If you are Canadian you very possibly know what this drink is.  Sortilege is Canadian whiskey mixed with maple syrup liquor which I experienced and enjoyed in Montreal when I visited a little over 2 months ago.  And yes, even though it is as sweet as it sounds, in a small glass over a cube of ice it’s really quite delicious.  After an early morning workout I did a few things I needed to get done and made my way to Queens.  Through my special friend, I received an invitation from her mother’s friend to come to her mother’s friend’s Christmas party at her home in Queens.  But first in stopping off at her mother’s house I received some wonderful gifts, most notably a very beautiful Hanukkah Menorah.  Personally I think it’s a great thing to receive a Menorah on Christmas, being as it covers all bases and the sentiments of so many people.  For the record, that takes nothing away from the other gifts I got, I just found there to be a cool significance in receiving a gift on Christmas that I could use in my personal religious practices.

Although the food was great, it was nothing I am used to eating and I may be answering for it for days to come.  But there are some situations where you just shut up and enjoy, and this was one of those times.  Injuries were minor this year, no one hit my head with a car trunk, other than the hostess burning herself on a tray of food, despite my special friend encouraging her to let me take out the food and get burned instead.

Once again the hostess’s 7 year old granddaughter was given an endless supply of presents while we sat around and watched her enjoy every one of them even if just for a minute.  She also showed a talent for giving nicknames as she provided one for everyone at the party.  For the record, in the future you can address me as Fun Guy Silly Man Boo.

On the way home I was taken to see a house so covered with lights you couldn’t even clearly make out the shape of the house.  However it was such a beautiful site that I was once again grateful to my parents for raising me with an appreciation for the non-religious aspects of non-Jewish holidays, allowing me to enjoy the views, the food, and the company without feeling as though I was compromising my values.  If anything I was staying true to my values together with people who in many ways share those same values.  Regardless of what religion they or I believe in.

When the woman sitting near me on the bus provided the young man getting on with a discounted ride, it was unlikely this interaction would have much impact on either one.  The man, who was probably no older than 18, did not have the correct change.  The woman offered use of her metro card and exempted him from giving her the total value of the ride.  The man thanked her politely and she went on listening to her music as though nothing had happened.  But something did indeed happen.  One person was nice to another person, someone quite random for no reason whatsoever.  You might say this is no big deal and considering there is a good chance both of the parties involved have already forgotten it even happened you’d have a valid point.  So why is it worthy of a post?

I have no idea if the woman practiced any religion let alone celebrated Christmas.  I as a Jewish man do not celebrate Christmas.  However, if there is one thing I recognize and appreciate this time of year is the message of goodwill to all men and women.   It got me thinking and brought me to one important conclusion.  A conclusion that mostly everyone reading this would say is obvious, while also being sadly aware that it is not practically applied throughout the world nearly as much as it should be.  And the conclusion is as follows.

If you believe in any religion or structure designed to uplift your spirit and soul, if you do not use this as a means to improve your treatment towards your fellow man, you are not only missing the point, you are degrading its very essence.  It all starts with how we treat other people.  I make no claims to always doing it right, but I know when I do it wrong, it is I who am wrong and I who need to improve.  No matter what you believe, we exist together as human beings, and if we are not able to show acts of decency, let alone kindness, the future is anything but bright.  But if we grow into individuals always working towards the betterment of ourselves and others, we do credit to the structure we follow.  And for those of us who believe in God, we truly do behave in his image.

Happy holidays to everyone.

 At one point in my life I came to the conclusion that those who attempt to control others do so either because of an inability to, or fear of, not being able to control themselves.  I believe it is the same mindset that causes people to jump at every opportunity to criticize public figures.

 With that in mind, following all the recent fuss being made about the President’s selfie with the English and Danish Heads of State, I decided to put my two cents in and give my take on how we should really look at this from a broader perspective.

Although I have no trouble recognizing that the image of President Obama and the other two leaders posing like a bunch of high school kids does not look great, I choose to reserve judgment on the matter.  Without knowledge of what took place prior to the picture there is no way of really knowing if anyone, and if so who, was at fault for this major world incident.  I mean, it’s not like there are other things of more importance happening in the world.  And since we really don’t know what conversation took place prior to the photographic shot heard around the world, calling it inappropriate on the part of any one of the three leaders is something I’m not prepared to do.  Not to mention the lose lose scenario here.  After all, we all know that if the situation was that one of the other two suggested the photo op, and the president had declined, the website “Everything’s the Liberal’s fault” (not an actual website but it just as well could be) would probably have a headline along the lines of  “Arrogant Obama too good to photograph with other leaders”.

 With that said, the worst part about this is that it’s become such a major news story.  The same thing that makes it one is the same thing that makes the whole situation so sad.  And that is the importance the image has been given.   Let’s be honest though.  A large percentage of people are no longer looking for their leaders to be as perfect as possible.  Instead they are looking for their leaders to be as perfectly aligned with our way of thinking as possible, regardless of their character or behavior.  So much so that if they are not, they will find fault in almost everything they do and if they are, they will almost always find a way to justify it.  After all, isn’t that easier than addressing our own character flaws and trying to become better people?

Why all the fuss about Nelson Mandela? What did he ever do to improve my life?  Should I spend any time mourning his loss?

Now that I have your attention let me start by saying that when Nelson Mandela passed away we truly lost one of the great men of our time.  I find that on occasion people speak of or celebrate an individual because they get swept up in the popular moment.  Sometimes speaking of someone’s greatness is just a fad that comes along with a bandwagon of people who don’t genuinely care about that particular individual.  Although I am sure there are those who fall into this category where Nelson Mandela is concerned, part of what made him great and part of why there should be all this fuss about him, is that in his greatness he impacted millions upon millions of people way beyond the borders of his homeland of South Africa.

In general I believe the human race looks for greatness.  If we can’t find it in ourselves we look to others to show it to us.  Nelson Mandela’s greatness was out there for all of us to see.  His battles against racial hatred, not only towards him but towards every person of color in South Africa’s former regime, were battles he clearly fought to cause a great change in a society where bigotry was a government sanctioned policy.  The sacrifice he made, 27 years in prison, was almost as great of a sacrifice as anyone could make.  When he stepped out of that prison on February 11, 1990, it gave millions of people hope that any fight can be won when willing to do whatever it takes.  Although so many of us may not be willing to or able to go as far as we need to, in Nelson Mandela we witnessed a man who was willing to and had the intestinal fortitude to go the distance.

However, as great as that was, it was only then that Nelson Mandela’s greatness truly would come shining through.  As people we are flawed.  In our flaws we are constantly asking God and sometimes our fellow human being for forgiveness and mercy.  We all do wrong and when we do, we hope for a second chance or sympathy.  Do we always give others the same?  I know that I don’t.  Does that make me a bad person? Not necessarily.  Does that mean that someone who has witnessed terror and evil firsthand and does not bring themselves to forgive someone is of lesser character as a result?  No. However, the ability to forgive, at least on some levels, will always make us better than we are.   Nelson Mandela once said:  “The first lesson is forgiveness.  You must not allow hate to fester in your brain. You can never allow racism, hatred, and bitterness to rent space in your head.”  Sounds easy, right?  Try it some time.  It’s not that easy.  Stop and think about the people who you believe have wronged you and whether or not you can put hate and bitterness behind you.  Now realize that in Nelson Mandela we saw this happen from a man whose very freedom was taken from him and who was a prisoner not because of what he did or even who he was, but because of what he was.   Despite this he moved forward with a powerful hope and love for mankind that truly made him special.  So yes, if only in the example he set he helped anyone who was watching, and although I do believe we should mourn his loss, it is more important that we celebrate his life, for in doing so we show understanding for his legacy, hopefully improve our own, and learn a valuable lesson.  The lesson we learn is that the best way to live life is with hope, understanding, and love for others.  Although it is difficult to do, we should never allow whether or not we attempt to do right and wrong be dictated by the behavior of others.  Nelson Mandela did what he felt was right, even when exposed to those who clearly did wrong.  That to me is the foundation of greatness.

So, Thanksgiving and Hanukkah.  Hanukkah and Thanksgiving.  What came first, the chicken or the egg?  What holiday is more important? What holiday means more?  What’s the big deal?

What we are seeing this year, the overlapping of these 2 festive holidays is something we have never seen before.  How so?  The Jewish calendar repeats on a 19 year cycle, and Thanksgiving repeats on a 7 year cycle. You would therefore expect them to coincide every 133 years.  Subsequently the last time it would have happened is 1861.   However, President Abraham Lincoln  only formally established Thanksgiving  in 1863.  So indeed this never has happened before.  Calculations indicate that if the calendars would remain as they are it would happen again on or around the year 79, 811.   That is far enough from now in a world some feel is heading towards self-destruction for me to say it will indeed never happen again.

So is this just a cool thing that we can have fun with, or does it have a deeper meaning?  Well I guess that would be up to everyone’s personal perspective to determine if it is or is not.  I’ve been thinking about it and have come up with some of my own personal conclusions.

My birthday is January 2.  Therefore throughout my adult life the parties and festivities that have surrounded my birthday have always been somewhat diluted by News Years Eve and Day.  Factor in the fact that I was born the day after my mother’s 40^th birthday, and you’ll understand that I am no stranger to mixing special days and events.   Also, with Hanukkah often falling at the end of December, I have received plenty of “combined” birthday/Hanukkah gifts.  So what are we combining on Thursday November 28, 2013 more than anything else?  The easy answer and one that applies to basically everyone celebrating both holidays, is food and or alcohol.  The deeper answer is the giving of thanks to God.

So why would I ruin a perfectly pleasant post with deep religious statements about gratitude towards the heavens?  Well isn’t that supposed to be what we are really going to do on Thursday?  Hanukkah is called the Festival of Lights as it celebrates the miracle of how one day’s worth of oil stayed lit for 8 days in the holy temple of Jerusalem.  However, part of the celebration of Hanukkah revolves around the Maccabees and their courageous battles in defense of the Jewish people against Roman aggression.   Which, to paraphrase the old joke, makes Hanukkah similar to every other Jewish Holiday.  They tried to kill us, we won, let’s eat.

So Hanukkah is also a holiday in which to give thanks.  Of course one of the ways we Jews celebrate this is by frying a potato in a pan, the latke, and making it so oily you COULD actually light a candle for 8 days.  But whoever said being thankful had anything to do with eating healthy?  Personally I prefer turkey over latkes but don’t expect to get a reprieve because the holidays fall together.  Oh well.  Over the course of 8 days let the chips, or in this case latkes, fall where they may. 

As I think about it I realize that nothing will really be all that different this Thursday.  I’ll still watch football, still eat turkey, have a drink or 2, and enjoy the company of loved ones.  Considering the amount of down time in a day and the amount of time spent sleeping, we’re really only talking about 8 hours or so that even matter in this discussion anyway.   The difference will only really take place at the end of the day Thursday, when in most years everyone is too stuffed, too relaxed or too drunk to move or even talk, this year we’ll have to stand up, say a prayer and light some candles.    Or if we eat late enough and light the candles early enough reverse the order.  And oh yes, we will continue showing gratitude to God.   Who knows?  Maybe this double whammy of thankfulness will be a catalyst for those who normally don’t realize what they have to be thankful for.  If nothing else, we’ll certainly eat well.

Have a happy and healthy….whatever.

Happy and healthy all the way.  Oh what fun it is to…Oh wait. That’s that other holiday.

A friend recently brought this story out of Sweden to my attention, referring to it as a “Spiritual Holocaust”.  This is my response and why I agree with this statement and its importance to the Jewish people worldwide.

http://mosaicmagazine.com/supplemental/2013/11/seeking-shelter/

Jews have been victims of various types of holocausts throughout their history.  For obvious reasons the most commonly spoken of holocaust, the one referred to as “The Holocaust” was the one perpetuated by the Nazis against the Jewish people.  However, some reports have even indicated that Stalin came close or maybe even surpassed Hitler in Jewish extermination.  Jews were wiped out in the pogroms, they were massacred by Christians during the crusades, and by Muslims throughout the ages.  Holocausts take on different forms.  Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu is fighting today to avoid a Holocaust that would take mere minutes to happen and slaughter millions of Jews.  We need to learn from the past but not get stuck in the past.  The actions of the future do not always mirror the past.  We’ve never had a powerful Jewish government concerned about the well-being and safety of Jews worldwide and with a military designed to protect them.  But make no mistake.  This story out of Sweden is very telling.  In 1976 I visited Malmo, Sweden and was struck by the tolerance and warmth of the people.  Today Malmo is famous for its anti-Semitism.  Some anti-Semites base their prejudice on ideology, while others base it on fear.  To make a statement that they don’t want multiculturalism when their hatred for Jews is rooted in their fear of the rising Muslim culture in their society is nothing but cowardice and hypocrisy.  This is how it starts, and when you read the history of “The Holocaust” it does not begin with the murder of the first Jew, it begins with the formation of the structure and environment that lead to the murder of 6 millions Jews.  If you wait to apply “Never Again” to when the killing starts, you may have already lost.

Whenever people speak of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series they inevitably refer to the ball that went through Bill Buckner’s legs.  This game will forever be considered the game that Buckner gave to the New York Mets.  So much so that the name Bill Buckner is for many in Boston on par with some of the most hated names in sports history.  What many people never seem to address is that despite the fact that the Mets won the game on the play that saw the ball go through his legs the loss of game 6 was actually not Bill Buckner’s fault.

When the Boston Red Sox and New York Mets faced off in the 1986 World Series, the Red Sox were looking for their first championship since 1918.  They had seen heartbreak many times before this series and many in Boston and throughout the baseball world truly believed that the curse of the Babe, (the Red Sox actually sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees), had credibility.  However, in 1986 the Red Sox had built up a 3-2 lead in the series and although Game 6 and Game 7 (if necessary) were scheduled to be played in New York, it looked very much like this might be the year that Boston would celebrate its first World Series victory in 68 years.  That belief would reach peak levels when the Red Sox took a 2 run lead in the top of the 10^th inning and subsequently got the first 2 outs against the Mets in the bottom of the 10^th.

So if the Red Sox did not actually lose Game 6 because of Bill Buckner, what was the reason and who was responsible?  Before assigning blame allow me to give credit where credit is due.  What is often overlooked in the discussion is what was possibly as good of an “at bat” by any player in baseball history.  With everything on the line, Mookie Wilson fouled off pitch after pitch, and created the scenario that would lead to a Mets victory.  It can easily be said that without Bill Buckner the Red Sox may very well have still lost the game, but without Mookie Wilson the Mets would not have won the game.  And before an injured Bill Buckner who should never been there in the first place ever had an opportunity to make his famous blunder, there was already plenty of blame to go around.

It starts with the 1986 Red Sox manager John McNamara.  He started by bringing reliever Calvin Schiraldi in for a 3^rd inning of work, something he was not accustomed to doing.  After getting the first 2 outs and bringing the Red Sox within 1 out of bliss, the Mets would get 3 straight hits against Schiraldi.  Gary Carter, Kevin Mitchell, and Ray Knight would all get singles against Schiraldi while McNamara sat on the bench watching and hoping.  With Mets now within 1 and the tying run on 3^rd and the potential winning run on 1^st, McNamara finally made a move and brought in Bob Stanley.  Up to plate comes Mookie Wilson who fouled off pitch after pitch, and on a 2-2 count jumped out of the way of a pitch at his feet allowing the ball to skip to the backstop and bring home the tying run.  So before Bill Buckner’s name is ever mentioned in the discussion, the Mets had tied a game they had no business tying.  With poor management by McNamara, Schiraldi not getting the job done, and Stanley’s wild pitch, Mookie Wilson makes contact one more time as the infamous “little roller up along first” starts its journey that would end up between a hobbling Bill Buckner’s legs and a Mets Game 6 victory.  The Mets would go on to win Game 7 and once again there would be heartbreak in Beantown.   Heartbreak unfairly credited to Bill Buckner.

HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO IDENTIFY THAT MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING?  IT IS THAT MOMENT THAT SENT YOUR LIFE IN A NEW DIRECTION AND THAT STARTED A CHAIN OF EVENTS THAT LEAD YOU TO WHERE YOU ARE TODAY.   IN THE FOLLOWING PIECE I GO BACK IN TIME TO SHARE WITH YOUWHAT THAT MOMENT WAS FOR ME AND HOW I REACHED MY CONCLUSION.

HOW I GOT HERE

By David Groen

Back in the summer of 2013, while out on a date in Long Island where I had recently moved, I opened up to the woman I was with about my life’s history.   I didn’t bore the woman with miniscule details about my early childhood.  What I did instead was reveal to her the turn of events that found me in her car at that moment and the moment in my life that ultimately brought me to this place.  It was then that I realized the remarkable way in which one event can change the direction of someone’s life forever, and the ability one can have to pinpoint such an event.  I will tell the story by skipping ahead to a later time in my life, leaving the revelation of the moment for the end of the story, but for now let me say this.  Never underestimate the power of a name.

On September 10, 1989 I attended the wedding of my friend Rhonda.  Her husband to be, Jonathan, was born and raised in London, England, and was a good friend of one of my closest friends, Danny, who subsequently stayed with me in order to attend the wedding.  At the time of the wedding I was living in Briarwood, in the New York City borough of Queens.  Danny stayed over for a few weeks and it was definitely a fun time.

I remember the wedding well.   I remember the women on the table that I considered asking to dance, just to see one asked by someone else, and the other excusing herself early from the party.   I remember clearly how my waiter approached me and told me that he wanted to introduce me to his sister who I later realized was the attractive young woman who greeted us all as we entered.    On September 9, 1990, 364 days later, in the very same synagogue, I would marry his sister Andrea.  My friend Danny came back for the wedding, but did make me promise I would attend his wedding should it ever take place.  In January of 1994 Danny did get married in Israel, and Andrea and I would make the trip as promised.

Andrea and I stayed married for 6 years.  Our life together was filled with tumult, mostly surrounding her bout with cancer and paralysis just 1-2 years into the marriage.  I am happy to say she recovered almost completely from her illness, even if our marriage did not.  We lived in Kew Gardens, also in Queens, for the entire 6 years.  When we split up I would move into an apartment on the border of Forest Hills and Rego Park where I would live for the next 16 years of my life.

I now need to take you back to an earlier time in my life.   At the age of 14 I started attending high school in London.   The reason I went to London was because my parent decided to move to Holland, and since I grew up in an actively Jewish household, and my Dutch, although fluent was not strong enough for schooling, my parents arranged housing for me in London where I would attend a Jewish Day School known as Hasmonean Grammar School.  Hasmonean was and still is an Orthodox school, and it was a common practice for the students to spend a year or 2 in Israel after school to attend a full time Yeshiva for an advanced Jewish education.  Together with Danny and one other friend I went to a Yeshiva, a school dedicated to advanced Jewish studies, in the city of Jerusalem.  My friend Jeremy, who since has passed away, did not stay more than a month in the Yeshiva and returned to London.  Danny would stay and be my roommate for my first year there before transferring to a different Yeshiva outside of Jerusalem.  In my second year I would have a different roommate, develop Mononucleosis, and meet my first love, Shelley.

There are certain moments in your life you remember, not only for their immediate impact, but for their significance in your life.  Meeting Shelley was one of those moments in my life.  Although it was not the event that changed everything forever, meeting her impacted much of what did happen in my life and continued a chain of events that went on for many years to come.  Shelley was from Queens, and the first time I ever visited Queens was to visit her the following year.  One of Shelley’s best friends was Rhonda, who I became friends with and with whom I remained close enough to be invited to her wedding even years after the friendship between Shelley and Rhonda had faded.  It was at Rhonda’s wedding that I met Andrea, the woman I would marry and later divorce.  Shelley and I had an off and on romance for about 4 years at which point we hit a dead end.  She would go on to marry a wonderful man named Gary, build a beautiful family and is still a valued friend to this day.  She introduced me to Queens, a place I would live for over 25 years, and of course she introduced me to Rhonda, at whose wedding I met my then future and now ex wife.  She was also the catalyst for my move back to the United States in 1985.  Although she never demanded anything from me, I am not the first person to move somewhere in the hope that a relationship would work out.  Even though it did not, moving to the New York area in 1985 would be of great significance in my life and still is to this day.

When I moved to New York my brother Leo was living in Fairlawn, New Jersey, just outside New York City.   Leo would attempt a business venture with me, purchasing the radios and cars needed to drive for a Limousine service in Manhattan and beyond.  I would drive one of the cars and be partners with my older brother.   The business did not work out, admittedly due to mismanagement on my part, but would create another series of events that impacts me to this day.

One day while driving, a man got into my car and began a conversation with me.  He turned out to be an owner of a proxy solicitation firm and proceeded to offer me a job managing his Distribution Center in Brooklyn.  I accepted the job and worked for the company for around 3 years.  It was then that the owner of the space the company was renting for the Distribution Center offered me a position in sales in his printing company.  I would end up working in that industry for 14 years.  When I was ready to move on a friend of mine in the printing company introduced me to his friend Daryl.  Daryl worked for a mortgage company in Long Island.  I liked the opportunity and took the job, making more money than I had in any other job until this point.   A few years later when the mortgage business started taking its now famous bad turn, I moved on to another job in a different industry.  In January of 2012 I returned to the mortgage business.

I am the son of Holocaust survivors from Holland.  As you most likely realize by now, writing is something that I love to do.  So I was blessed with the opportunity to write the story of my parents’ experiences in Holland during Nazi occupation and the heroism of my father and mother.  My father passed away on June 13, 2007 and never saw the completed product, but in April of 2012 the book “Jew Face, A story of love and heroism in Nazi occupied Holland” was published.  In order to promote the book I joined numerous groups on Facebook.  In one of those groups I met the woman whose car I found myself in on that night in the summer of 2013.  However, I did not go out with her until I moved to Long Island, where she lived as well.  And who was the person most instrumental in my move to Long Island?  The previously and oft mentioned friend Danny.

After 16 years living in the same apartment in Queens, I get a call from Danny.  He was in NY on business and wanted to get together with me for dinner.   After dinner Danny asked me if I wanted to see his building.  Not knowing the details of his business, I found myself confused.  I asked him what he meant by “his” building, thinking that he was doing some form of property management.  He proceeded to tell me that he actually owned a small apartment building in midtown Manhattan, that it had empty units, and that if it made sense for me, I could live in one.  The only issue was that he was attempting to sell the property, and when he did, I would need to find somewhere else to live.  After 16 years in the same building, albeit a very nice building in an apartment I loved, I felt it was time to do something to shake up my life and go in a different direction.  So in July of 2012 I moved into the apartment in Manhattan.  In March of 2013, Danny informed me that a deal to sell the building was imminent and that most likely it would be closing in June.  A great friend every step of the way, Danny gave me plenty of time to find my next home.  Working in Long Island and doing well at my job, I chose to move near to where I worked, and live outside of the 5 boroughs of New York City for the first time since 1985.

And now, sitting in the car with my date, I realized the moment that changed my life forever.   In 1974, one of my father’s brothers died tragically in a car accident.  My parents would go to Holland for the funeral and then return less than a year later for the unveiling of his tombstone.  During these 2 trips my parents began the discussion with my other uncle who was very active in the Dutch Jewish community, and began laying the groundwork for what would be a move to Holland in May of 1976.  And I realized now that the moment that my uncle’s Daf, a car about as small as a Mini Cooper, blew over to the wrong side of the road during a storm, and my Uncle, David Groen crashed into an oncoming truck and died  instantly, that my life changed forever.  Everything that would happen would happen as a result of this moment, for as a result of this moment I moved with my parents to Holland in 1976, began school in London September of that same year, and began a life that likely went a completely different direction than it would have otherwise.  The reason I was in this car in this place this summer of 2013, was because when one David Groen died, another David Groen’s life, my life,  would change forever.