Guilty as charged
GUILTY AS CHARGED Just as I left on an errand in the car yesterday, a good friend I havenāt spoken to in about three months called me. Usually, Iām more careful about talking on the phone when Iām driving in the middle of Jerusalem. Usually, I also rely on the fact that my simple, kosher phone is small enough to kind of blend in with my steering wheel. But yesterday, I was in a rush to get to my appointment, and I was excited to speak to my friend ā and I forgot that police drive around Jerusalem a lot, especially up and down Derech Hevron, by the Old City walls, just waiting to catch terrorists and naughty housewives. > So, when the cop car pulled alongside me, and the cops inside motioned for me to wind down the window, I already knew what was coming. After all, I still had the phone in my hand, and I still had to explain to my poor, panic-stricken friend that I had to hang up now, as the cops had busted me. THE 1,000 SHEKEL FINE We pulled into a side road, and while I was fumbling for my driverās licence, I managed to remember to say āthank youā for getting another routinely horrible interaction with the police, and the massive, 1,000 shekel fine that seemed to be inevitably coming my way. We got off to a really bad start. I couldnāt find the carās registration document ā and I just kept waving the insurance documents in the lady copās face, asking her in English, āis this it?ā No, it wasnāt it. But I had no idea what āitā looked like or where it had got to in the meantime, so I was thinking to myself > Great. Not only was I caught red-handed, I canāt prove I even own the car Iām driving so recklesslyā¦ Then, the cop lady said to me in broken English: You know youāre going to get a doch (fine), right? Itās a big doch! 1,000 shekels! WE ARE THE GUILTY ONES What could I say? Iād clearly been talking on the phone, in clear contravention of the stupid new law they passed about not holding your phone in your hand (even if it is a dumb kosher phone that really only ātalksāā¦.). Just then, something I read from Rav Berland popped into my head. In one of the Ravās recent shiurim, heād been talking about the brothers, and how theyād sold Joseph down the river, and how the whole test that Joseph put them through was only so theyād finally admit ashamim anachnu! We are the guilty ones! We were jealous of Joseph, we didnāt believe that he was really a Tzaddik who was on a completely different spiritual level to everyone else, we suspected him of all sorts of disgusting things because we simply had no idea who he really was, or what spiritual imperatives he was working under. > Guilty as charged! GOD JUST WANTS US TO ADMIT THAT WE AREN'T PERFECT All God really wanted was for the brothers to own up the fact that theyād actually done something wrong, when they sold Joseph into slavery 21 years earlier. Now, spoken Hebrew is not my strong suit, but the police lady was looking at me, clearly expecting some sort of answer, or defense, to the fact that she was about to whop me with a massive 1,000 shekel fine. So I told her: > What can I say? Ashama ani. Iām guilty as charged. (I even managed to refer to myself in the feminine, which I was particularly pleased about, as usually I get all the verb endings mixed up.) She looked at me with a strange expression, then told me: Iām cancelling the doch. You can go. Just donāt do it again, OK? OK?! Are you kidding!! I was literally completely stunned by how easily the fine melted away, and the usually horrible encounter with the police turned into the gentlest slap on the wrist. Ashama ani! I was completely guilty. I was holding the phone in my hand and talking into it when I wound down the window to ponder what the police wanted to say to meā¦ There was no clever argument I could make, no excuse that was going to get me out of it. (And letās not even get into the car registration being AWOL, which could have caused me a whole other headache, if the police woman was having a bad day and looking for reasons to stick more fines and aggravation on to me.) TWO LITTLE WORDS CAN DISSOLVE ALL OUR PROBLEMS As I drove away, I pondered on how easily our problems can dissolve, when we just stick our hands up and say guilty as charged! How many marriages could have been saved, by the annoying husband admitting that he really wasnāt perfect, and that he really wasnāt giving his poor wife the care, love and attention she was really desperately craving? How many kids could have been kept on the path, instead of off the derech, if their parents had stuck their hands up and admitted: Yup, we messed you up kid, sorry. We were more concerned with keeping appearances than with sincerely serving Hashem and working on our own bad middot (character traits). We used you as an unpaid babysitter and housecleaner, we routinely put ourselves first instead of considering your needs and requirements, we laid way too many guilt trips and unreasonable expectations on to you, sorry kid. Can you imagine how a statement like that, sincerely made, could completely transform the whole parenting picture? Or how about that old friend, or distant relative, that stopped talking to you ages ago because you werenāt so nice to them? Imagine what could happen if you phoned them up and told them: You know that falling out we had? Well, it was all my fault. What can I tell you? Iām a bona fide crazy person. Iām sorry I hurt your feelings. Iām sorry I said what I said, and did what I did. Can you please forgive me, because I know Iām the guilty one, here? CHANGING THE WORLD Not for the first time, I got a glimpse of the amazing spiritual power that the Rav packs into every single world of his Torah lessons. Just those two words: ashamim anachnu, we are guilty, can literally change the whole world and bring geula all by themselves, if only more of us would get into the habit of saying them. IF THEY CAN GET ME OUT OF A 1,000 SHEKEL FINE FROM THE JERUSALEM POLICE, THEN BELIEVE ME, THEY CAN DO ANYTHING. You can read more of Rivkaās musings on her blog:Ā https://rivkalevy.com/ [https://rivkalevy.com/]