Fall seven times, get up eight.
Not that I like looking back so often, but it sure would have been nice to have a store like Trader Joe's when I was growing up. [(free advertisement, TJ -- you're welcome...:)]
A friend of mine in Israel (an American from New Jersey), when I explained to him my stories about some of the challenges I had growing up being an immigrant with immigrant parents, trying to fit in to small-town Massachusetts, answered this way:
"I can just imagine what it must have been like for you growing up in a place like New England, always having to validate yourself - when you even weren't sure what exactly the hell you were. I imagine it was probably very similar to growing up black."
He was right.
Ta'eem Grill for lunch! (one more free advertisement which I do not mind at all giving out.)
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