A pre-Shabbat story about bunk friendships

This morning I slipped out of camp to run a few errands, and upon my return, not one, but TWO people told me that there were two girls looking for me. One of the messengers said that he had asked them, "on a scale of 1-10, how urgent is it that you talk to Rachel?" – they gave their need to find me an "8" and a "10". When I heard that upon my return, you can imagine what I thought they needed me for! Was there a fight? Someone in the marp? A missing pair of glasses? What could be an 8 or a 10 on the urgency scale???

I found the two girls at lunch and they told me that they had a number of bunkmates who had been in the marp for a variety of reasons, and they really wanted to do something nice for the bunk…and was that ok with me? 

Was doing something nice ok with me?? Of course!

I asked them to think about what they wanted to do, and come back and tell me – and that we'd then make it happen.

Ultimately, they decided that they wanted to make "soda pops" for their bunk. Their plan was to buy cans of soda at the canteen, and put it into cups with spoons in them – and then to freeze them. Thus producing….popsicles of soda! When I offered to pay for the soda myself, they refused, saying, "it wasn't that much, we split it, and it was something we want to do". 

It was something they wanted to do themselves.

That, to me, is what friendships here at Camp Ramah are all about.

Shabbat Shalom.

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