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Sunday, July 01, 2018
Feeling and saying thank you Read more https://ift.tt/2tKIOV7 There are so many gifts we are given that are easily taken for granted. We are so caught up in the “what we need” that we forget just what it is that we have. The needs and the haves are different for each individual. Why one side is feasting while others down the road are starving - as much as we try to understand - we truly have no clue. We all feel some sense of gratitude about some parts of life. But it's the verbalizing of this gratitude which we let slip away. I am sure people will deny ever failing to express gratitude. Some people pray to their higher power with words written by others and read them quickly to get through the task. Think of it like a little kid when their guardian says, “Say thank you.” They put on an angry face and say in a deep and quick pace, “Thankyou.” “Thank yous” become a reflex reaction like a knee jerk. You are given something that is priceless and you say, “Thank you.” A sports player excels and points at the sky and says, “Thank you.” But when they fail do they express gratitude for at least being given the chance? #thankyou #gratitude #love #selfrespectInstagram
Roberto Martin Antonio Bonilla is a former player in Major League Baseball of Puerto Rican descent who played from 1986 to 2001. He sends a thank you note to his bosses every July 2... Each year on the first of July, the former Met collects a paycheck of just under $1.2 Million, $1,193,248.20 to be exact - all the way until 2035. Why? Because the Mets deferred the $5.9 Million he was supposed to make in 2000, when he was released in January and never even played - stretching it out 24 years with eight percent interest. That $5.9 Million will actually be $29.8 Million. #bobbybonilladay #mets #wilponsInstagram
Friday, June 29, 2018
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Monday, June 25, 2018
Love was made in God’s Image
Love in all its wonderful forms should never inspire hatred. Love should always inspire peace and tranquility. We may not be able to comprehend all the colors of the rainbow but if we can simply take in the colors and accept that some colors are not meant for each person individually they should inspire life. […]
Love in all its wonderful forms should never inspire hatred. Love should always inspire peace and tranquility. We may not be able to comprehend all the colors of the rainbow but if we can simply take in the colors and accept that some colors are not meant for each person individually they should inspire life. Love is good. Hatred is bad. God created each individual in his image, since God is omnipotent he possesses infinite images. Love and acceptance it's the Golden rule, right? #pride #love #rainbow #twitterInstagram
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
My niece @sarah_zalta from Efrat, presents Israel Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu with a special portrait by her in memory of Yonathan Netanyahu who died heroically during the raid at Entebbe the mission which rescued 102 hostages who were hijacked by the usual terrorists, the Palestinian. What an honor for Claudia and Maurice Zalta, who made Aaliyah in 1996. They followed their dreams and their love to the Jewish homeland and instilled their love and devotion to the Torah and to Israel within each of their children. They are an amazing family and we are beyond proud of each of them. @israelipm @theyeshivaworld @sca_updates @jewishpress @imageusa @humansofjudaism #istandwithisrael #istandwithhumanity #twitterInstagram
Monday, June 18, 2018
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Thursday, June 14, 2018
I always use Remington when writing on my blog... Ok maybe I don't. Old typewriters are cool to look at but I remember the paper I wasted, the pain in my fingers and running out of ink until the words that I typed were simply ghostly looking. Progress is great, I am typing this on my phone and grateful for the ability to start a new page without having to pull the paper out of the roller, crumple it in frustration and toss and miss the waste basket in the other side of the room. Pull out another sheet, line it up straight in the typewriter and repeat. Now it's simply, file, new, discard and begin again. #writerslife #tbt #grateful for progressInstagram
Friday, June 08, 2018
You cannot pinpoint and understand completely the effects that depression can have on a person. Blaming social media or other tangibles is the simplistic point of view. It goes much further and much deeper than this. Does the fear of missing out or FOMO play a part in sadness and frustration? Of course it does, but so does walking the empty streets when everyone has gone on vacation. Driving a car that cannot drive itself or being in a loveless marriage. Depression is another monster and much more debilitating than sadness and FOMO. Don't downgrade it's cancerous destruction by blaming external forces only. It is much more complicated. Living under a dark cloud, not leaving the house when you know you should, because you just cannot find the energy or the inspiration to do so, even when the reasons are staring you in the face... Hearing laughter, seeing smiles and ingesting the aromas that once upon a time brought a sense of enjoyment and now it's as if it's just another stench... Wanting to be at peace but your mind is at war. Wanting to be happy, but you just don't have that vibe anymore. Think of it as the plague of darkness in Egypt. Darkness so thick that you cannot move, see or breathe. Now multiply that... I have been there, it will get better, I swear it will, but you need to let go of trying to control everything... Get help, it will help. It's more than one person can handle... Please don't give up. #depression #suicideprevention #itwillgetbetter National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Call 1-800-273-8255 Available 24 hours everydayInstagram
Thursday, June 07, 2018
The other day a famous designer took her own life. I don’t know what the circumstances were. What I do know was what her loved ones said afterwards. #Katespade , had been suffering from depression for years but was unwilling to seek help because she was concerned about how it would reflect on her brand’s image. That was her excuse – no one outside of her inner circle know’s whether that was the reason or if there were other ones. She left behind a daughter, a husband and a lot of people who loved her and who’s lives can only be negatively impacted by her loss. I read a book the other day and I took from it one piece of advice which I cling to. With all the craziness happening in the world, the volcanoes, earthquakes, other “natural” disasters and terrorism – we must remain grateful. I have several friends who have battled cancer – some have succeeded, some are still fighting and others have lost. I have several friends who have battled depression – some have been treated, continue to be treated and others simply “man up” regardless of their gender. The ones who believe they can “man up” are the ones who are screaming, crying, hiding or shaking – if they are lucky. Others find a way to end their pain and those are the hardest to take. I have several friends who have financial burdens that others would never even notice. They vacation, they drive fancy cars and dress in expensive clothing. They are slaves to their appearances and have sacrificed their souls to others in order to keep their friends and place in the society or community in which they live. To them – those placeholders are what validates their lives – to them without it, they are failures and fodder for the distributors of gossip and juicy news. They know this because they are part of those groups and their best friends and family will be the first to whisper the “crazy news” about “Henry and June.” Cheating spouses, lying bosses, brother vs. brother and families torn apart by greed, jealousy and resentment. All in the name of the mighty dollar and what it can bring for them. #suicideprevention #katespade #love #gratitude #help Read more https://ift.tt/2M7bZZL
Friday, June 01, 2018
I find it sad and degrading that Kim Kardashian met with the President of the United States in the oval office. It's a natural decline in morality. Who knows how many Kim's JFK had in his time in the WH? Clinton? No comment. But to have an audience with a person who rose to fame by videoing herself giving... Oh wait... He had a brain stormy! Morals take a back seat in politics and Hollywood. I keep forgetting. I am certain that POTUS met with her to discuss prison reform. I wonder if she realizes prison reform is not redecorating the prisons with wallpaper and new furniture. I also wonder if POTUS realizes that prison reform isn't pardoning prisoners. Whatever, in the words of the great Vince Fontain, "how low can you go?" #potus #tgif #monica #kimkardashianInstagram
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Friday, May 18, 2018
(NOTE I DID NOT REREAD THIS SIMPLY WROTE IT AND PUBLISHED IT) In these days of truly desperate times and daily if not hourly reports of senseless killings - i try and take a step back to a time when the news did not travel as fast and far. When reality was the evening news or the headline of the newspaper in the morning (or the night owl edition). Growing up in the 1970’s, I would come home from school right on time to watch “The 430 Movie” which would segway into the Eyewitness News on channel 7 at 6 o’clock. I would also spend a lot of time out of the house - on the porch, or playing wiffle ball in the space between the house we lived in and the house next door. It was roughly 10 to 15 feet wide and around 40 feet long. At the end of the driveway there was a gate which we would close to signify a homerun. Behind the “home plate” would be a fence which separated the homes on east 2nd street, where I lived and east 3rd street. If we hit a foul ball in back of us - there were times the ball would go over the fence and into the backyard of the other house. One of the homes had a hole in the fence which we could fit through to retrieve the ball. The other side which had honeysuckles growing out of it was closed with the lady living there quite serious and not so obliging or forgiving. We would need to distract her as she sat on her back porch or to hope that she wasn't there. One time one of us rang her doorbell, which made her get up to answer the door while another one of us climbed the fence to get the ball. It was a close call but after getting pants stuck on the top of the fence, a bee staring him down - he got down and made it before the bee stung him or the lady returned. Romanticizing the past is easy when the present can be so overwhelming. We know deep down that the old days weren't always so good. But we choose to focus on the times that we remember with a smile. I lived between Kings Highway and Avenue S; I spent a lot of time Read more https://ift.tt/2rSkm3b
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Repost to show solidarity! Bibi: Erdogan is among Hamas's biggest supporters and there is no doubt that he well understands terrorism and slaughter. I suggest that he not preach morality to us Netanyahu's son posts 'Fk Turkey' on Instagram after Turkey Hamas supporter #Erdogan expels Israel's envoy. @yair.netan I agree! #istandwithisrael #istandwithhumanity #destroyhamassavethepalestiniansInstagram
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
River rushes on
Tears from the ground, voices from memory and a long list of unanswered questions. I held your hand and you held my heart, just for one night, just for one night.
Bob Dylan on Israel 1985. The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive He's criticized and condemned for being alive He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in He's the neighborhood bully. The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land He's wandered the earth an exiled man Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn He's always on trial for just being born He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said he should apologize Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully. Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac He's the neighborhood bully. #istandwithisrael #jerusalem @let_my_people_know @israellycoolInstagram
Monday, May 14, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
To me mother is defined by unconditional love. A mother can be a single father raising his children or a friend or relation who teaches, inspires, loves and remains a constant presence in the lives of another child as they navigate through the difficult and often confusing pathways of life. I've been blessed by having the greatest band of mother's in my life. Time affords us the miracle to experience new love in our lives, whether biological or not, being a mother figure takes a lot of hard work and determination. Just because a title is given to you does not reward you as a mother. A mother is someone who loves, works and gives of herself selflessly. All who are blessed to have mother's in their lives, be it biological, by marriages or by being extra blessed to have a presence in your life that is inspiring, loving and caring. Be thankful and understanding. No one is perfect, life is far from perfect. Love because love is gratitude. Each and everyday, love and be gracious. To the Aunt, the in laws, the family friend or whomever joined in raising you. Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there who have earned the right to be loved. FZ 5/13/2018 #mothersday #mothersInstagram
Friday, May 11, 2018
Thursday, May 10, 2018
When I look to my left you are there within me and beside me. Elegant, sincere, so caring for everyone, chef, baker, mother, wife, morah and friend. You put your heart and soul into life and it ignites a blazing storm of love for you. Awestruck and clueless, I try my best and surely fail, to even approach to giving back to you what you continue to give to me. A smile, an elbow, a kiss and a look that can kill... Thank you for being Jessica. Happy birthday abal 120 years filled with the greatest of health, happiness, success and love, always. @jessicazalta @akabambo @szalta @ruezal @rachelz @carolz33Instagram
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Monday, May 07, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
Tales from the F Train – Hope and Gratitude
“I am good, it is great to see you, Mr. B.” “You look just like your father - I miss him, what a man! A legend!” As always a tear streaked through my heart whenever someone mentioned my father. He had passed away two years earlier - but the void was still pulsating within me.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Tales From the f train – Just your Typical Commute
Thankfully the train rolled into the station. Of course no one even acknowledged the now naked man. I just waved and said, "Have a good day." He nodded his head and whispered to himself. "Fat man is crazy."
The Circular Dash
We all possess the power to change the world at any given moment. From the little child to the oldest of human beings - we all have the power. You can spend life going round and round in a circular dash; or you can use the power you have been give and choose a path you want to explore. Specifically, what is you ultimate goal in life? What are you striving for? When the day comes and the end jumps out at you - will you be able to say to yourself that you lived the way you chose to live?
Tales from the F train just your typical commute Read was https://ift.tt/2vS9nex Third, I stood up for a pregnant woman who asked me why I was standing up for her. Yes…I did it again. Shakespeare had no clue when he wrote, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” I am here to tell you being scorned has nothing on me. “I am giving you the courtesy because you are pregnant while I am simply overweight.” I laughed. Hell hath no fury when telling a woman she looks pregnant when she is not. Her eyes spat out fire balls and her lips mouthed out curse words I haven’t heard since 1974. Needless to say I got off the at the next stop to avoid her balls of fire. #ftrain #mta #nyc #commute #tgifInstagram
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
He looks at me, smiles and says, “It's a circular dash, kid.” We all possess the power to change the world at any given moment. From the little child to the oldest of human beings - we all have the power. You can spend life going round and round in a circular dash; or you can use the power you have been give and choose a path you want to explore. Specifically, what is you ultimate goal in life? What are you striving for? When the day comes and the end jumps out at you - will you be able to say to yourself that you lived the way you chose to live? We get caught up in these rat races, extra innings of badgering and hitting brick walls, self-doubt and uncertainty. We feel disempowered by reality and all the things we can never have or acheive. So much so that we forget just how much we do have. Why don't we ever look around and feel empowered for all that we have achieved? Is it because we have lived our lives based on other people’s belief systems? Is it because while time and life was passing us by we chose the path of the masses? By shirking off our individuality we are shirking off any sense of self accomplishment and we will find ourselves in some dark places. #picoftheday #essayoftheweek #live #love #gratitude Read more https://ift.tt/2Jtnrx1
Monday, April 23, 2018
Temperature is falling, slowly from around 64 through the 50s and expected to fall as low as 42. The sun is still shining but there is a heavy breeze blowing and the clouds are beginning to congregate above the little city called New York. I was born here, I’ll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop. Five hours until the midnight hour, when the moon will be gliding across the night sky, as it readies for a long goodbye. Five hours until time will be forgotten and all will be forgiven and the clocks will no longer exist. The sun is gone forever, as the night will come to a close, say goodbye to the Good Earth, say goodbye to the historical beauty, say goodbye to the future we could have shared. Say goodbye to the loneliness we created and craved, say goodbye to the walls who were once our only friends. If God is just a concept, to keep us from decaying in the ground, than the ending is forever and no more stories will be found. Old man sitting on porch, a older guitar in his grasp. Lemonade to his left and his woman to his right. Goodnight. Good night good night, sweet rock n roll poet, good night to all those rhymes. Car speeding down the highway, motorcycle right behind. Love is all you need, don’t be fooled. Love is forever just like that shivering moon. Even when you think it’s gone it’s always around and can always be found, before and after the midnight hour. When the cold wind blows and there is no one home to care. Close your eyes and dream, it will always be there. In your thoughts, in your minds and in your dreams. #poemoftheday #newyork #picoftheday https://ift.tt/2HV79NB
Five hours until Midnight (good night)
I was born here, I'll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
https://ift.tt/2HBA8Z7 The fourth of July (do you remember) by fz We held each others hand as we walked through the woods. We stopped and tasted the blueberries and the raspberries. We walked upon the fallen branches, through the bushes and into the mud and the tamed uncut grass. We sucked from the honeysuckles, plucked the apples from the trees and bit in without any fear. You would place your head on my lap as we sat silently or singing "Thunder Road," or Billy Joel songs. We sat at night beneath the stars - felt the summer biting us as the campfire provided a sense of comfort, as sense of home. We lay side by side and we dreamed dreams together. Do you remember how we held hands as we ran through the thunderstorming rain. Do you remember that Fourth of July evening? I remember it as if it were just last week. We ran and we stopped under a tree which provided some shelter from the storming lightning and thunder. You said you were scared, so I held you close to me. Then our lips collided and we found ourselves in a whirlwind as our innocence was lost among the thorny bushes and beneath the ancient tree. We sat beneath that tree as the storm faded and a cool breeze began to clean the air. We walked towards the campfire but it was unlit, doused by the rain. We lay together on your cot, you wore my blue sweatshirt and kept your head close to my heart. Hikes close to the river, swimming in the lake and star filled evenings extending into the early August morning when we said our goodbyes. One more walk among the broken branches, the uncut grass and pushing our way through the bushes. Blueberries and raspberries plucked from the bushes and a cool breeze blowing in Autumn sending our summer away forever. Just a song, just a letter disguised as a poem to say hello and that I still think about you. I hope you are still plucking the apples from the trees and swimming in the lake; I hope you still walk in the thundering rain and marvel at the lightning. I hope your fire stays lit even through the rain. I hope you are still smiling and singing songs.Instagram
Fourth of July (Do you remember?)
Do you remember how we held hands as we ran through the thunderstorming rain. Do you remember that Fourth of July evening? I remember it as if it were just last week. We ran and we stopped under a tree which provided some shelter from the storming lightning and thunder. You said you were scared, so I held you close to me. Then our lips collided and we found ourselves in a whirlwind as our innocence was lost among the thorny bushes and beneath the ancient tree.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Set yourself free (or begin to live the true life) by Freddy S. Zalta Anxiety and depression are caused by our inability to accept our true selves. We try and be the person we feel everyone wants us to be. We do this as a need to be loved, accepted and admired. But none of that matters if we do not love, accept and admire ourselves first. Read more https://ift.tt/2qFhp5r
Monday, April 16, 2018
A short story I wrote inspired by a #bobdylan song, "Just like Tom Thumbs Blues" Click here https://ift.tt/2ERsnbX I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough Songwriters: Bob DylanInstagram
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
My short story has been published in this week's Jewish Press. It's a condensed version but I am honored to be published by the paper my father used to read each week on Shabbat. For the full version let me know, email me or comment, and I can send it your way. In the meantime, buy this week's paper. #thejewishpress #clown #neverforget #loveInstagram
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Wrestlers of Morality
They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them - because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren't we all scared about losing everything we have?
Wrestlers of Morality By Freddy Zalta They champion patriotism and adhere to the xenophobic priests and leaders. They stand at the pulpit and preach hatred. They point towards the weak, the hungry and condemn their place among the patriots of a soulless community. They are the wrestlers of morality – stealing any sense of dignity, clothing or shelter. These are the bottom feeders of society walking with a five thousand dollar suits and their names on the stalls in the restrooms, inside the cathedral of prejudice. They raise their voices – they shake their fists and the condemn immorality. They are the judges in a courtroom filled with sacrificial virgins, stolen or counterfeited dollar bills buy repentance and forgiveness. In this world you find yourself – lost. Lost in a body of water, on a rowboat in a storm, with no oars and no cover – gators all around and bloodsuckers just waiting for you to just try and swim to safety. They call you, “them” or “those people” and they blame you for the hurricanes and the snowfall. They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them – because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren’t we all scared about losing everything we have? The wrestlers of morality treat other human beings as if they are products to be purchased, used and discarded. Imagine guests in your home are starving – do you send them out or do you offer them some kind of sustenance? Does it matter the color of their skin or the language they speak? Should it? There is no way to end this essay other than to hope that somehow, humanity will prevail. It must. #wednesday #morality #love #photolab https://ift.tt/2GQEesQ
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Rainbow like a Scar
I should have been a healer, I feel I have broken way too many things over the years which can never be re-assembled. Puzzle pieces missing, scar on my chest and a gaping hole where I used to live.
Monday, April 09, 2018
Sunday, April 08, 2018
Thursday, April 05, 2018
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90 percent of the writings on this blog are written in one or two sittings. They are not the finished product but they are usually the core of a story which I expand off the blog. Writing takes a lot of work, for me it’s the editing and refining of the words. I have had […]
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
Some of us still dream dreams of equality and peaceful coexistence. We still dream because we hope that dreams do come true. We pray for miracles because the hopes and dreams we once held firmly to, have slipped away into nightmares in a world consumed by inequality, hatred and senseless pain. We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time. We must teach our children to rise above the failures of the generations that have come before them. We must teach our children to judge each person for who they are as individuals not as a group. Don't love blindly for fear of hatred. Love with eyes wide open and do not fear love. There are good people and bad people in this world, people who want to knock others to the ground and others who wish to pick them up.The color or the beliefs of a person should not determine their guilt or innocence. There are the lost who have been cast away as failures, they must be given the opportunity to be educated and employed regardless of race, color or sex. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream and he expressed that dream with eloquence and with peaceful demonstrations. He spoke with inspiration, passion and with words of peaceful fury. Too many years have gone by - too many lives have been wasted and lost. This world is a cesspool of hatred and violence. There are troubled minds we must learn to confront and to be understanding to the disease of isolation that plagues them. Each of us must take it one step at a time - acknowledge the differences and try to learn from each other. Life is filled with financial issues, mental and physical disabilities and natural disasters which no one can control. There are some things that we can control, one step at a time. Before you know it, you'll look up and be amazed of how far you have traveled and just how much better this world is because of the steps you took. #commentary #mlk #acceptanceistheanswer #picoftheday #freddyzalta.com #zaltaInstagram
Dreams or One step at a Time
We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time.
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
BUSTED! This photo that supposedly shows #Palestinian men protecting a girl from #IDF fire on the #Gaza border is staged: 1. Two are smiling. 2. They are not storming the fence = no danger. 3. Other guys are standing or resting nearby & aren't afraid of any danger. Via @ofirgendelman #Palestinianterror #terror #Hamas #prayforisraelInstagram
Monday, April 02, 2018
I remember buying this album from Crazy Eddie on Coney Island Avenue. At first I bought the cassette cuz I wanted to listen to it on my Walkman the album was released after the double album called The River, and right before his Megastar making Born in the USA. The group of songs are perhaps one of the most haunting and honest lyrics written by Bruce Springsteen. Lost jobs, unemployment, used cars, dreaming of mansions on the hill, driving all night just to make it his girl, reasons to believe. The whole album is all about people who are going through crazy or normal life situations. And it ends with a song saying how we all for some reason never give up hope that even the dead will rise, that the bride will come back to the room, and that somehow the truth will show its face and it won't be as large and as scary as it seemed. May we never lose our reasons to believe. #brucespringsteen #albumoftheday #nebraska #reasontobelieveInstagram
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