this past weekend i danced the hora with family and friends. we danced on south street, a main drag in philly for cruising when the weather’s good—which it was.
the occasion was my eldest’s bat mitzvah. she wanted to dance the hora, and i wanted to make it happen for her. so you know what i did? i asked. i went into the local police station and asked. they told me to call someone else, and i asked. he told me to call back again, and i asked. altogether, i asked six times.
three months later, the police closed down south street for over an hour while we danced. when people asked me who i was and how i got the philly police to shut down south street, i could honestly reply that i’m nobody. i just asked.
too often we think we know the answer and never ask. we must ask for what we need. and sometimes, when we don’t get the answer we want, we must ask again.
[image: art + life photography]