by Reb Gutman Locks at Mystical Paths
This one shocked me: I was on my way to the makolet (grocery store) here in the Rova(Quarter). When I passed the second small Arab bakery, there was a middle-aged Israeli man about to buy one of those rolls that look like long, soft bagels.
As I went by I said, “The Arab bakery a couple of doors down is kosher,” and I pointed to the other bakery.
He looked at me angrily, and in a gruff, loud voice he said, “I love not-kosher!”
“That’s up to you,” I said, a little startled.
“The only important thing,” he went on angrily, “is that you should love your neighbor as yourself!” He spoke as if I had said something really wrong and he was correcting me.
“But I’m your neighbor, too.” I answered.
“Yes!” he yelled, still in a gruff voice, and he nodded his head. He stopped for a moment, then without saying a word, he turned and walked over to the kosher bakery!
As the saying goes, “Go figure.” I was stunned. I smiled a little and walked on to the makolet wondering, “How did that happen?”