It behooves us to listen to Yaakov’s dictum, to see only shalom, the best in people
I’m a chameleon. I can’t help myself. I adapt to whatever language nuances and social behaviors go on around me. When I’m speaking with someone from England, my voice immediately adopts their lilt and pronunciation, although obviously it’s not inborn. I often wonder if people think I’m making fun of them because I’m “copying” their accent, but really it’s a reflex — I can’t help it!
I copy behaviors as well. I grew up in Baltimore where we were taught from a young age to say thank you to everyone, from the bus driver to the custodian — it was ingrained in us. You said hello or good Shabbos to anyone you met, notwithstanding if you knew them or not.
After 20 years, you’d think this type of behavior would have staying power. But when I moved to Eretz Yisrael, I realized that saying good Shabbos to everybody is simply impossible; you’d be saying it nonstop whenever walking in the street. So I’ve adjusted. But there are also certain behaviors I’ve adopted that aren’t as neutral and I’m desperate to change them.
The worst for me is in the car. Like so many places in the world, driving with too many cars in too tight of a spot makes for a difficult situation. The infrastructure of the crowded roads is simply not made to drive politely, and I’ve learned to gun my motor and try to make my way or I’d never get to my destination. I’m not proud of it, simply stating what’s become a part of my personality. But it comes with something else, and this troubles me much more.
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