Selling One's Soul

Last night at about 10:30pm [!!] after a Carlebach maariv [i.e. maariv at the Carlebach shul on 79th and West End] I went shopping at Fairway, contributing to the "Keep Elchanan Ehrman Alive Food Project" [been wildly successful for 41 years - thanks mostly to my mother, father, wife and recently my Gila has been making significant contributions. Feminists can say whatever they want, but us men could not BEGIN to exist without women nor continue once we started. I take my hat off to them. Unless I am davening in which case I keep my hat on].

I asked one of the workers where the apple sauce is located. He replied that they are all out of the kosher kind but he pointed to where they have unkosher apple sauce.

I said "In order to eat it -  I would have to stop being Jewish. I think I will refrain."

He laughed, appreciating the fact that I wouldn't sell my soul for a container of apple sauce. However, I have a great uncle who DID sell his soul for a plate of lentils [see Genesis chapter 25].

You know sweetest friends, I feel that sometimes people DO sell their souls for much LESS than apple sauce. Isn't a little piece of lashon hara less satiating than apple sauce.

Think about it:).

[Sorry I have no interesting subway stories from yesterday. My beloved friend and chavrusa Yoni P. gave me a ride to, from and within Queens. During a shiur I compared learning a new sugya to trying to get around Kew Gardens Hills. SO CONFUSING!!].