I started blogging 50 weeks ago. Almost a year. Due to the depression, I have only hazy memories of last January, so I went to see what I’d blogged about then.
Much to my surprise, very early on there’s a post about being told, sorry this seat is taken, again and again at a shul-sponsored brunch.
Interesting. How much has stayed the same and yet how much has changed.
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Muse: you are so right. I have been to committee meetings at my shul where people do bring chairs, as well as coffee and water and cups. I know there are people who are aware of others’ comfort, but I’m not convinced it is the culture of the congregation to be that way.
People haven’t a clue of how hurtful such a thing can be. It’s so much nicer to hear:
“Let me bring a chair to make room for you.”