Posted by Howard Meisner

It all started with a television set. Something simple, yet so necessary that it was obvious to all that it was missing from the common room.

The year was 1987 and I was facing that mixture of fear and apprehension that all Jewish 13-year-olds face: a Bar Mitzvah. In the midst of practicing my parsha, my family and I began to talk about what it means to reach this milestone and that, while it is a celebration, it's also a time to start to establish who you will be as you grow up. My mother suggested that I donate some of the financial gifts that I would receive for my Bar Mitzvah to a charity. We did some research and chose Community Housing for Adult Independence (CHAI), which was opening their first community home for adults with disabilities in Brighton.

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