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Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

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Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

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Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

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April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review April 16, 2012/ 24 Nissan, 5772

I'd like to teach to the world to ... glee

By Mitch Albom








http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Sometimes, when you live in Michigan, people from out of state ask you, "Why?"

This is a story that answers that question.

I was a feeling a little blue this past week. Life's worries. The usual stuff. I had a family dinner commitment, it was out in Ann Arbor, and while I was tired and didn't feel like making the trip, the plans already were made.

We met at the Cottage Inn, a large pizza restaurant brimming with college kids. This was in the heart of the University of Michigan, where the semester was heading towards finals. Lots of late evening pepperoni.

We sat at a large table, a bunch of us, the uncles and aunts, nephews, niece, friends, and, near the end of the meal, a white-haired gentleman came over and introduced himself. He said he was the university advisor to the Men's Glee Club, his name was Carl Smith, and he wanted to know if we had a request.

"A request?"

"Yes. Anything you'd like to hear?"

"You mean a song?"

"Yes."

Now I have been to restaurants where they strum guitars, where they sing opera, where a violinist twirls his bow while couples sip wine.

I have never been to a place that had a glee club.

"What are our choices?" I asked.

Carl rattled off a bunch of unfamiliar names, "Varsity," "Goddess of the Inland Seas." I shrugged. I am not generally up on Glee Club repertoire.

"You pick," I said.

He smiled and said he would. Then he disappeared to the back. We waited around our table, not sure what we had gotten ourselves into.

Suddenly, a small army of young men came walking toward us. They lined the stairs to the second level, they stood along the balcony, they filled the spaces between the tables around us. They were every kind of college male -- from the sweatshirted, unshowered, matted-hair mold to the neatly coiffed, bespectacled version.

In front of them was a gentleman in a grey sportscoat, their director, Eugene Rogers. He made a hand motion.

And voices rose.

This is our humble prayer.

Dear Father, bless America,

Oh keep her strong and good.

May her brave songs fly 'round the world

on wings of brotherhood.

The voices were strong, lovely, harmonious, sincere, they filled the restaurant until everyone in the place was listening in stunned silence.

Inspire our songs of loyalty,

And may thy blessing be

On Michigan,

Dear Michigan, our university.

When they finished, we rose in applause. The singing kids (I call them kids, they tower over me) were smiling. They hiked their backpacks, readjusted their sweatshirts and scattered.

I later learned this glee club dates to 1859 and is considered one of the best in the country. On Thursday nights it practices, and afterwards, it gathers for pizza at the Cottage Inn.

Apparently, the men do a little post-rehearsal singing as well.

We sat in that restaurant feeling uplifted by the impromptu performance. It truly was beautiful singing -- and we hadn't even paid the check yet.

Later, we collected in a dessert place for make-your-own frozen yogurt, and as we sat down we noticed a group of female college students a few tables over, all wearing the same blue T-shirts.

And suddenly, they broke into a rousing rendition of "Lean On Me," the Bill Withers classic. They clapped and sang.

Lean on me, when you're not strong

And I'll be your friend,

I'll help you carry on.

When they finished, we applauded again. Either we were incredibly lucky, or someone taped a sign to our backs that read, "Perform for these people!"

But I can't describe the feeling of hearing youthful singing when you're down, and how inspiring the sound of young, uninhibited voices can be. They sound like ... hope.

And this, out-of-staters, is what can happen when you live in Michigan. Sometimes, when you're feeling blue, all you need is a little maize.




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