Secret of Our Success
The memory is one that is seared. I was five years old and our
Kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Witty, announced a special “trip” the class
would be going on: A flight to Israel. No, we were not really going,
not in the physical sense, rather it was to be a day dedicated to the Holy
Land which would begin with a simulated flight –seat belt sown on to our
chairs and a video recreation of flying through the sky - and finally a tour
of our sacred country. The day of the announcement we all got tickets for
our flight, mine was a rectangle cut out of maroon construction paper. The
euphoric – almost narcotic –feeling I experienced in my anticipation was
the type known only to children and chased by adults the rest of their
lives. I remember coming to school that next morning with my mother; I
remember the smell of my construction paper tickets and how when holding
them I felt like Charlie holding his ticket to the chocolate factory; I
remember buckling myself in; I remember the announcement for “take off”;
I remember climbing through the air, and then….nothing, my memory of the
incident ends there.
we read about our nation’s first step on their journey to Israel,
the moment they receive their golden tickets (that so many will soon
squander), and their excitement and anticipation. How they handled
that moment was critical, for them and for us.
this point in the Torah, the Bnei Yisroel was a silent character, we hear
from them only in testimonials and statements made by the A-mighty and
Moshe. Even at the moment when Moshe reveals the Exodus and its Laws their
response –at least as is recorded in the Torah- is not in words rather
that they bowed and prostrated in thanks.
a most majestic moment, today, we are introduced for the first time to this
collective character in the narrative of the Bible with a song: “Then
sang Moses and the children of Israel this song to say…” They
and it was spectacular. What a nation! What a people!
immediately after, they spoke for the second time, but in this
instance their words would not be a song that transcends time, rather a
complaint: “…And the nation complained to Moses…”
happened? What, pray tell, could have changed in the disposition and
temperament of this nation only moments after they revealed themselves as a
deeply spiritual and grateful people?
here, even those who are doctors, are unaware of a newly identified
condition: S.W.S or Sudden Wealth Syndrome, from a devoted website: I
our work at the Money, Meaning, and Choices Institute we have seen
increasing numbers of people with a cluster of issues and symptoms
associated with the stress of sudden success or wealth. We have coined the
term "Sudden Wealth Syndrome" to describe their shared
psychological issues. Many of these people have struck it rich in the
silicon valley gold rush-- through their entrepreneurial ventures and
corporate stock options. Others have achieved sudden wealth as a consequence
of inheritance--being the heirs to the largest inter-generational transfer
of wealth in American history. Many of these are people who did not come
from wealthy families -- and are not used to having money and dealing with
the values issues and life choices that money brings.
our reflexive reaction to this may be cynicism, upon further reflection we
may recall the many stories we have read about lottery winners and their
sad, pathetic consequences that was born out of their newly attained
fortunes. Wealth is one thing; sudden wealth however is an entirely
we think of the generation of the Exodus we so often reflect on the freeing
of slaves, of a nation born, but we forget, or do not wish to consider,
another element to their story: this was a poor nation. Although for us, in
our reading, we go from the story of Yoseph to slavery and Moshe in a few
short Pesukim, and, by that time redemption is well on its way, that is not
how it occurred. Hope was a distant city and comfort a far away and almost
invisible shadow. They then were not just freed but became extraordinarily
and fantastically wealthy in the process. Their masters were dead and if not
they were pleading with them to leave, and, in the process, throwing
everything they owned –what surely these slaves had envied and never dared
dreamed of attaining – in their path. Now, still struggling with how to
identify themselves, they see their old masters fast approaching and fear
the forced return to slavery, surely thinking that this was all, of course,
to good to be true. Yet, amazingly, the sea splits allowing not only safe
and dry passage but drink as well (see Mechilta for other examples of the
miracles within the tribal walls of the split sea) all the while killing the
vestige of their foes. Then, in an unparalleled mollification, they had the
absolute closure of seeing their adversaries dead, floating in the water. It
did not end there. The Zohar teaches that the booty and treasure that
continued to wash up on shore – which was even greater then the spoils
they took before they left - made it difficult for Moshe to get them to move
on and leave.
does one person respond to such swift reversal of fortune? How does a
you spend your entire life struggling to identify yourself based on who you
are, and then, Keheref Ayin, you are no more, and, when all you
know is starvation and abuse how do you define yourself when confronted
with satiety and comfort?
like a stranger in a strange land, not knowing the code of ethics or the
language of content, they complained. Perhaps it takes only a moment –a
day or two – to assume that all is coming to you, or, perhaps, they just
did not know better, either way we can not continue to allege surprise at
this is why we focus on the seemingly innocuous and even irrelevant element
of this story of the Matzah. For, it was in their rush to freedom,
their sprint to safety and fortune that came great risk and their
ultimate challenge which followed them through the desert and into the
week in the YI of Buffalo we read the Blessing for the Medina which contains
the phrase,“Raishes Tzmichas Geulaseinu”. We do not need to pretend that
that idiom is without controversy but we can agree on the beauty and safety
of such a vision: avoiding the immediate leap of the Exodus for a steady and
magnificent crawl toward the finish line.
quickly we go from the walls of Yeshiva to Wall Street, from being guided by
parents to independence, but we are not alone. This is a challenge as old as
our nation itself. It was our first challenge and will be, perhaps, our
the other side, we have the Yeshiva boy or the Baal Teshuvah who embodies
“too much too fast”, which although better then “too little too
late”, carries severe penalties.
us come full circle by maintaining balance in the face of the sudden changes
of life, and let us be blessed to struggle with this through the prism of
success that this Goldena Madinah affords us.
In the era of Moshiach, we must demonstrate that we alone can bring
ourselves to high levels on our own time and with caution instead of a
forced redemption that we may not be spiritually ready for and the immediacy
we may be forced to endure. Indeed, let the immediacy come, but with our own
steady resolve that shall precede it.
 Although it would appear that this is not the case –for we hear them complain before the Yam Suf–most commentators understand that as the rabblerousing of a few.
 See for example abcnews.go.com/2020/Story?id=3012631&page=1.
Indeed, he teaches, that the
Shechina had to leave them and head to the desert in order for them to
follow, hence the name Midbar Shur/envision, which represented their
longing to bask in the glory of G-d.
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