I was talking to a prospective bride and groom the other day. The bride happens to be a doctor. And she let me know that she has opted to keep her own name.

She told me that she does not want to have to go through “the burden” of all the red tape it would take to change the name of her medical practice, her medical degrees and all the other certifications she has.

The future groom wanted to know if I had ever heard of such a thing and I told him about a verse in the Torah where we read, “I will bring you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians.”(Exodus 6.6)

What were the burdens that we faced under the Egyptians? Sure, we know we were slaves, but what specific burdens did we have? Back breaking work, no days off, meager food to eat — those are givens. But how many of you remember the miniseries Roots? In the process of taking away a slaves freedom, what was one of the first things that the masters did?

They took away their given names, their African names and forced them to accept a new one at the master’s whim. Our people who were herded into the Concentration Camps … they weren’t even entitled to a name; they were given a number.

In the Torah, we read about two midwives, but according to many, Shiphrah and Puah had those names forced upon them. Their real names were Jewish names. And, when the Egyptians were not around, they made sure to use their Jewish names.

During our lifetimes, we will each be known by many different names … in our younger years, perhaps a nickname. Our parents probably had special names for us and some of us have titles that have become like names to us.

Being able to create a new name for ourselves by the way we live our life is a great freedom that we have been blessed with. In fact, the Torah even uses several names for the Holy One and, according to Biblical Scholars, each name of G-d can denote a particular period or a particular attribute of Gd. The same can be said for the names we are known by.

Rabbi Marci Bellows reminded me of a poem printed in Mishkah T’filah that teaches us a lesson about names with these words:

“We each have a name given by G-d and given by our father and mother.

We each have a name given by our stature and smile and given by our attire….

We each have a name given by the stars and given by our friends.

We each have a name given by our sins and given by our yearnings.

We each have a name given by celebrations and given by our work …

We each have a name given by the sea and given by our death.”

Let us have the wisdom to behave in such a way that we create a good name for ourselves and for others. There is an ancient Japanese proverb. My Japanese is more than a wee bit rusty, but let me try to translate it. It says, “Tigers die and leave their skins: People die and leave their names.”

Let us have the wisdom to behave in such a way that we create a good name for ourselves as a lasting legacy to our children, to our children’s children and to the world.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

I want to share a poem with you today. It was written by a woman by the name of Lilyan Davidson. (Lil’s daughter gave me the okay to use her mother’s poem). It was written back in June of 2010.

Now, before you read the poem, let me tell you that, in my years as a Professional Health Care Chaplain, I have had the blessing of working with some of the most angelic therapists in the world right down here in Sunny Florida.

I am a Chaplain at St. Anthony’s Rehab Hospital and the therapists there are incredible. I work with the therapists at Sunrise Health and Rehab Center and, again, the therapists there are simply amazing. Lil was a patient at Park Summit in Coral Springs, a sister facility of The Forum in our own Deerfield Beach … and, yes, you had better believe that the therapists who work there are also a pure joy to watch.

The therapist spends a full hour at a time with their patient and, during that time, they not only get them doing things they never thought they would ever be able to do again, but they also prove to be the greatest of motivators.

So often, I see people looking at therapy as a waste of time, but let me tell you something, I have seen people go into therapy feeling so low in spirit that it would seem that nothing would be able to lift them up. But then, the therapist gets a hold of them (whether they like it or not) and, before long, I see a whole new attitude in a large number of those very same patients.

Lil was one such patient. She would do anything to avoid having to go to the therapy room. But, while Lil may have given up on herself, the therapists had not given up on Lil. And after struggling to avoid therapy with every excuse she could think of (including, “The dog ate my wheelchair,”) she finally saw what the therapists had known and had been trying to tell her for a couple of weeks already, that she was on her way to being more independent than she ever thought she would be again.

So please read Lil’s poem. It just might move you or a loved one to rise again:

Love your therapist – By Lil Davidson

(In Thanks to the Therapists at Park Summit, June 30, 2010)

To love your therapy person is not easy.

Sometimes, they make you feel a little bit queasy.

The therapy people are relentless, that much is true.

No matter where you hide, they’ll find you.

So don’t think about going to your room and closing the door.

They have ways to get in, even under the floor.

You can run, but, you can’t hide.

Correction: You can’t run … yet.

You may as well give up, and meet your fate,

for the therapy people who lie in wait.

They are dedicated to restore your health.

That much is true. They only want what is best for you.

They want to make you well, though you protest.

When you recover, it will be best. Though you protested, LOOK, you’re walking! Now, was it worth all of that squawking?

I hope and pray you will take Lil’s words into your heart, and into your arms and legs as well. Now, get moving.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and of the Association of Professional Chaplains, He works professionally in this capacity with a number of healthcare facilities in the area, and with hospice. He is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach.

I have no problem letting anyone know that I am a fan of (and please don’t get offended by the term) “chick-flicks.” Give me a good comedy-romance that has lots of laughs, few tears and a full gamut of emotions in between and you can pretty much guarantee that I will love the film.

But the movie I saw at FAU was no “chick flick.” In fact, it was a foreign film, with French, Hebrew and Arabic. Don’t worry though; there are English subtitles that are quite easy to follow. The movie was called “The Other Son.” Now, don’t worry, I will not give away too much of the story; although, I will tell you that the butler did it. Just kidding, there is no butler in this movie. But, this is a movie that makes you think as much as and maybe even more than any great mystery film. It is the tale of two babies switched at birth. One of the babies is born to a Palestinian Muslim family and the other to an Israeli Jewish family.

That’s right; the Muslim is raised as a Jew and the Jew as a Muslim. At one point in the movie, one of the boys, now a young man, asks what one does when you find out that you are your own worst enemy.

That line really called out to me. You see, the Sages teach us that, if you have something you dislike about someone, you would do well to look at your own actions because what you are seeing in them may be like looking into a mirror … not a carnival mirror that distorts our image, but a mirror that is clean, clear and streak free … a mirror that shows our true self, rather than the image we like to picture ourselves as being.

The other day a woman was waving her hands frantically as she told me how she could not stand her neighbor. Do you know why? It was because her neighbor could not talk without waving her hands all over the place. In other words, she hated the other woman for something of which she herself was guilty. She simply refused to look at the fact that she was guilty of the very same behavior.

This brings me to another movie I had the joy of seeing. It was called “This is 40.” I have to warn you, while the movie is quite funny, it is also filled with a lot of curse words. And there is a scene in this film where the parents wonder where their child learned to use such foul language, but all you have to do is listen to the parents throughout the show and you know exactly where their child picked the choice of words.

Sometimes, we are indeed our own worst enemy. But remember, G-d is watching us. I know this because Bette Midler told me so. But let me tell you who else is watching; our children are watching. If you want to see a mirror image, well, it’s not just the hair color, the eyes or the cheekbones; it’s not just their looks. Your child is watching your actions, listening to your word, soaking up everything you say and do, and learning every step of the way.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and of the Association of Professional Chaplains, He works professionally in this capacity with a number of healthcare facilities in the area, and with hospice. He is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach.

The woman had just been through an unexpected emergency heart procedure. The doctor was able to do what needed to be done but her blood pressure was now going back and forth from being dangerously low to dangerously high and back again.

I was called by the family, one of whom I know quite well. They were in need of some spiritual support, of a listening presence. After being greeted by the family in the surgical waiting room and giving hugs all around, I went in to see the matriarch of the family.

I had never met her before, but she had heard about me from one of her children. She was in some obvious discomfort, perhaps more from the fact that she could not sit up for several hours or, perhaps from actual pain, although the morphine she was getting had probably taken a good deal of the edge off of that. And, of course, there was the emotional and spiritual pain she was dealing with.

During my relatively short time with her she opened up about many things and, yes, we kibitzed a bit because laughter is good medicine.

Our visit was coming to an end and I usually save the recitation of a healing prayer for the end of such visits. Now that I knew some of what this woman had been through, I could personalize the prayer, I could create a prayer that would have more meaning to her. But, I also wanted to add her to my mishaberach list, the list of people to include in the prayer for healing that we recite at temple. And so I asked for her Hebrew name, which she gave me.

I held her hand for a moment and gave her a soft and gentle kiss on the keppe (the head). As I was washing up (per Universal Precautions), she asked if I could also make a mishaberach for her granddaughter. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that her grandchild was just diagnosed with cancer and would be starting chemo.

I added her Hebrew name to the list for prayer and again bid the woman adieu. But she had another request. “Rabbi, could you also say a mishaberach for my son?” It winds up that her son lives up north and his house had been destroyed in the hurricane; on top of that, he had lost his job. Oy! And, believe it or not, she quickly added, “Oh Rabbi, one more thing” and I said, “You’re kidding me right?” But she wasn’t kidding; she needed her husband added to the list as he was dealing with prostate issues.

She asked me if she was being a pain, and I said, “Not at all” and I added, “In fact, I’m going to make it real easy, when I am at temple and we come to the healing prayer, I am just going to use your last name and say one for your entire family all at once and the same time.” This gave her a good laugh in the midst of her concern.

This woman is outer- focused. She is more concerned with her family’s issues then she is with her own; yet, she is bright enough to know that, in order to be there for them, she will need to take better care of herself.

May we all be blessed with such wisdom!

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and of the Association of Professional Chaplains, He works professionally in this capacity with a number of healthcare facilities in the area, and with hospice. He is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach.

When I was a kid, my brothers and I loved to wrestle with each other. The matches, all in good fun, usually ended with one of them pinning my arms and legs down and tickling me until I screamed, “Bloody Murder,” at which point our mother would rush into the room and call the fight. That’s right, my mother, the Ref.

I might not look like it now, but when I was younger, I used to wrestle. I would thumb wrestle, arm wrestle, foot wrestle, Indian wrestle … and, after a hard rain, I might even do a bit of mud wrestling.

But I was always more of a lover than a fighter. That is until I read about Jacob and realized that life itself is one big wrestling match, a match in which we wrestle not with others, but rather with ourselves and our conscience.

Wrestling with ourselves requires us to learn and improve on our technique; we need to be willing to pin ourselves down in regard to our values and how we will live our lives.

The Torah text for the man that Jacob is wrestling with uses multiple pronouns for he/him … to the point that we are not really quite sure who he/him is …. or, perhaps it was Jacob wrestling with himself.

Some of you may remember a marvelous program on TV called Genesis: A living Conversation. On that show, Bill Moyers said, “I often don’t know whether I’m struggling with G-d or with myself. And, if I’m struggling with myself, I’m struggling with both the demonic and the divine within me.”

Having a wrestling match with an unknown or a masked opponent is not unusual if you are a part of the World Wrestling Federation, but the truth of the matter is that there are many times that we think we are struggling with someone else, some unknown adversary or someone we are pointing blame at, when the one we are really doing battle with, the one we are really struggling with, is ourselves.

I don’t ever remember actually getting hurt when I wrestled with my brothers … annoyed, yes, but, hurt, no … and each time I fought them, they and I both became more accomplished at offensive and defensive techniques, and we not only got to know each other’s moves better, we became more aware of our own moves and we learned which moves worked and which didn’t. Jacob may have been wrestling with an angel or with G-d or with himself; whatever the case, he winds up getting hurt. His hip is never the same and he walks with a limp from then on. Who among us hasn’t had to deal with arthritic pain and faced times when we find ourselves limping or unable to stand up straight?

But while Jacob is physically injured at the hip, he is also more hip after his struggle; he is more attuned to who he is and what he wishes to become. If you want something done right, you have to struggle with it, wrestle with it …

In the New Year ahead, I wish your Yetzer Tov, your good inclination, well in your struggles and may the Ref., whether it is G-d, an angel, your father, your mother or yourself, see you pin your evil inclination down for the count so that you know you are indeed a champion.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and of the Association of Professional Chaplains. He works professionally in this capacity with a number of healthcare facilities in the area and with hospice. He is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach.

If you are looking at diamonds, then you had better know something about the Four C’s. The combination of Color, Cut, Clarity and Carat weight can make the difference between a gem that appears dull and lifeless vs. one that sparkles.

Chanukah is a time for us to remember that we are all gems and that we have the capability of reflecting the light of G-d. Sadly, as we age, we sometimes feel as though we are losing our luster, our value, our worth as human beings.

But those of you who work with gems know it would be foolish not to see an appraisal before purchasing a gem. And the funny thing is, if you buy a diamond of quality, you can be pretty sure that as it ages, (even in the midst of a bad economy), that diamond is going to go up in value. Each of us is a child of G-d; we are all his gems. I know there are those who might try to make you feel as though you have lost much of your value. But don’t be fooled by such people. In sickness, in infirmity, and, yes, even in your golden years, your value continues to climb.

On the first night of Chanukah, we lit the Shamus and used it to light the first candle. Each night since, we have added a candle. When I took my Chanukiah (my Chanukah Menorah) out for the holiday, it was a bit dusty and dull from being stored away. I had to clean it up, but in no time it was sparkling again.

I have been using that same Chanukiah for a good many years. I think it looks even more beautiful now, as, now, it has a history behind it – the history of which friends and family members were with me on any given year that we stood together as we lit the lights of the Menorah.

That Chanukiah was a wedding gift. My wife Carol, and I used it for our first Chanukah as husband and wife. That Chanukiah was used the first time we had my parents and my wife’s parents over for the potato latkes that Carol and I made together. That Chanukiah was there when we had family in from Israel and we served Sufganiyot, the fried jelly donuts that are traditional fare for the holiday in the Holy Land. That Chanukiah brought back beautiful memories after my wife had passed and the light from the candles lit up my heart and warmed my very soul.

Hasdai, Ben haMelech ve HaNazir, said that “Light is especially appreciated after the dark.” Many people who have come down here for the winter from up north understand that saying well now. All too often, we take the light in our life for granted. Who in New York, or down here in sunny Florida, ever thought about how blessed we were to have electricity that brought us light and power? But after a hurricane, after we had to live in the darkness for a while, we came to know how very blessed we are, and it is only after we realize our blessings that our light can truly shine like the brightest of gems and bring light where there is darkness. Shalom, my friends, and, again, a very joyous Chanukah,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and serves in this capacity in a number of healthcare settings in the area including Advocate Home Care Services and L’Chayim Jewish Hospice in Partnership with Catholic Hospice of Broward County.

“The soul is the Lord’s candle.” (Proverbs 20:27)

Chanukah is soon upon us. Many of you may be thinking that Chanukah is coming early this year, but if you look at the Lunar Calendar that the Jewish People have been using for more years than I can count, you will find that Chanukah this year is actually on the very same day that it comes each and every year: it begins on the evening of the 24th day of the Hebrew month of Kislev.

On Chanukah, we light lights. We start with the highest candle, known as the Shamus. We light the Shamus with a match and then we use that particular candle to light the other candles (Whatever number is appropriate for that particular night). The Shamus represents the light of G-d. It was G-d who originally said, “Let there be light.” Each of the other candles on the Chaunkiah (The Chanukah Menorah) needs to be touched by the wick of the Shamus, by the light of G-d.

The wick is a fuse and just as each candle needs to be touched by the fuse of the Shamus to lighten up, we each need to strive to fuse ourselves to G-d and, in so doing, we light up our very soul.

But Chanukah isn’t just a time to fuse our souls with G-d; Chanukah is a time to fuse our bodies as well. The body that contains our soul is often referred to as a Temple. The modern day house of worship, our temples, our shuls, our synagogues house the Torah scrolls. Our bodies house our neshamot, our souls, during our sojourn on this earth. As a Rabbi’s son, I grew up knowing that the Synagogue was to be kept clean, it was to be kept in good repair and it was to be a place of warmth and comfort. On Chanukah, we recall a time when the temple (the great temple in Jerusalem) was ransacked, holy items were torn apart or burned and this wondrous place of holiness was turned into an idolatrous sty by Antiochus IV and his Greek hordes.

But lo and behold, there was a miraculous military victory by a small group of untrained Jews led by the family Maccabee, and we regained control of the great temple. The problem was that it was a total mess.

So began a period of rededicating the temple to make it, once again, a place of holiness, a House of G-d. While Chanukah reminds us of the rededication of the temple, let us not forget that our bodies are also a temple, and just as the synagogue houses objects sacred to our faith, our bodies house something else that is extremely sacred … our souls. This Chanukah, let us remember not only to light up our synagogues and our homes with the Chanukah Candles. Let us remember not only to rededicate the temple, but let us also rededicate ourselves to taking care of our bodies, the temples that house our souls during our time on this earth, and, in doing so, may we be a light unto the nations.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and serves in this capacity in a number of healthcare settings in the area including Advocate Home Care Services and L’Chayim Jewish Hospice in Partnership with Catholic Hospice of Broward County.

One can look at the Observer or any other newspaper and find some pretty amazing things to read and to talk about with others. But, each and every day, there are many things that occur to us that are newsworthy items indeed. True, some of them may be more appropriate for a small town newspaper but, they are of interest nonetheless.

I happen to be a fan of bloopers and newspaper errata … goofs, misprints and headlines with double entendres. I guess that is why I get such a huge kick out of watching Jay Leno’s “Headlines.”

I once sent a piece into him. As far as I know, it never made it on the air, but I thought that it was worthy of being there. It was an ad for a local cremation society that offered (are you ready for this?) – “A Free Six Months Trial Cremation.”

Hmmm, exactly what part were they going to cremate to see if you are happy with the process or not? I have a beautiful young woman I confide in a lot and, if she had seen that ad, it would have made her head shake. That’s what she does when she hears something that just doesn’t make much sense … and, I have to admit that things that come out of my mouth often make her head shake. Fortunately, they also make her smile and, if I am really lucky, my words make her laugh.

Anyway, let me tell you about something that had me shaking my head. It happened during a visit to a woman whose husband is suffering from severe dementia. I was asked to go to visit and see if there was anything I could do to cheer her up a bit.

During my visit, I asked her how long she and her husband had been married and, when she told me, I pulled out my driver’s license and showed her that they had been married longer than I have been on this Earth. I asked her what the secret was to staying married so long. And she told me, “Rabbi, on the night of my wedding, my mother-in-law came up to me and told me that my marriage to her son wouldn’t last three months,” and then she added, “And there was no way that I was going to give her the satisfaction of being right.”

Wow, here I was about to speak to my congregation about the evils of anger, revenge and the need to be right. And yet, this woman wound up being a great example to use. You see, after laughing for several minutes over what she told me, I asked her if she had a happy marriage and she let me know that her husband wasn’t really that nice to her and that the marriage was not a good one at all. And that is when I realized how sad her story really was.

You see, she spent more than 60 years in a lousy marriage just so her mother-in-law would not have the satisfaction of being right … OY!

If this were a tennis match, the score would not be Love/Love. Some would say that the mother-in-law won game, set and match. But this was no game, and there really were no winners here.

Sometimes, the need to be right is absolutely wrong and, now, the ball is in your court.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach. He also serves in a professional capacity as a Chaplain with Hospice and other health organizations and facilities in the area.

I didn’t want to write this column.

You see, there are two subjects I try to avoid because every time I write about them or talk about them, a conflict ensues. The first subject might surprise you since I am a member of the clergy, but I try not to discuss religion. The funny thing is, try as I might, it seems to be a necessity in my position.

But as much as religious discussions seem to cause arguments, there is another subject that seems to cause even more animosity. I am, of course, talking about politics. I am always a bit taken aback at how many people ask me for my opinion as to who they should vote for in an election.

Even some of my congregants have asked me to give my view on the upcoming presidential election from the pulpit. So let me make this perfectly clear, I hope and pray that each of you will vote for the candidate that I’m rooting for. But, if you opt to vote for the other candidate, I promise, I will not call you an idiot. If you do not vote for the candidate I support, I promise that I will not say that you just don’t get it.

So you might be wondering which candidate I’m supporting. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not going to tell you. I will not tell you who I’m voting for, and, I will not tell you who you should vote for. What I will tell you is to vote for the candidate, not of my choice, but of your choice.

I was at a political shindig recently and, during the break, I was talking with a few people and someone else came over and, for some reason, assumed that we all saw things as they did. They said, all those people that are planning to vote for that other candidate are such idiots and that they just don’t get it.

I was apparently one of the idiots she was talking about, so I smiled and said, “Thank you very much.” She looked at me incredulously and said, “Are you really supporting that jerk for president?” When I responded that I might be, she said, “You just don’t get it.”

What an ego, to think that you know so much of what goes on in the world of politics and in the world in general that if anyone else does not share your view you can so easily write them off as idiots who just don’t get it.

I remember one of my great mentors who shared a story from the Sages with me. As I recall the story ended with this moral, “Don’t think that you’re right and that the other person is wrong, you might both just be wrong.”

As the prayer book that we use at Temple Beth Israel says, “May G-d bless the duly elected leaders of this great country.” Notice it doesn’t say, “G-d bless the Democrats or G-d bless the Republicans.” It says, “G-d bless the duly elected leaders.”

Regardless of which candidate is elected president, may we unite in asking G-d’s blessings on our duly elected president, and of these United States of America, and may we remember that that is what we are supposed to be … UNITED … One Nation under G-d … Amen.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

In the midst of preparing for the New Year, I was strangely offended by a request for forgiveness. You see, as the New Year approaches, it is up to each of us to really think about things we have done that may have in some way hurt someone, and we are to go to each particular individual and actually ask for their forgiveness.

There is a formula we use to ask for such forgiveness. “If by action/inaction, speech/silence, presence/absence, I have in any way offended you, I ask your forgiveness. May you have happiness, love, peace, joy and prosperity and may our friendship strengthen in the year ahead.”

A “friend” made such a request for forgiveness. The words did not offend me. The words are good and holy words … words that can and should lead to forgiveness and peace. The problem is that those words were not delivered in person, or by phone or by the U.S. Postal Service. No, those words were sent to me via e-mail … and those very same words were sent to a huge number of other people. In fact, the e-mail heading wasn’t even addressed with my or anyone else’s name. It simply began “Dear Friend.”

Years ago, I became a Bar Mitzvah. I gave the usual “Today I am a man” speech. I was now responsible for my own actions, my own prayers. I was now responsible for fulfilling my obligations to G-d, to my people, to other beings and to the world.

Much of it was ritualistic, but nonetheless, still of great import. But, my first task as a member of the adult community was to acknowledge every single gift by writing a “Thank You” note. I was the youngest son of a Rabbi who had been the leader of a congregation for more years than some of you have been alive, so there were no less than 1,000 cards to write. And, I was taught that you don’t wait three or six months to write those cards. You do it as quickly as possible. That is your responsibility and each note of thanks should be personal in nature.

I remember one gift … a Cross Pen. It was gorgeous and in the card I wrote something along the lines of, “I want to thank you so much for the beautiful pen. It is the best pen I have ever owned. It is so great that I will not take it to school with me. Instead, I will only use it at home for special things, things like writing this “Thank You” note to you for your thoughtfulness, which I so greatly appreciate. And, I want you to know I am going to use this pen to write each and every one of the “Thank You” notes that I need to send out for all the presents I received on the occasion of my Bar Mitzvah.” The family I sent this note to was so touched that they not only sent me a letter thanking me for the “Thank You” note, but they called and told my parents how much they enjoyed the personal touch.

When my parents hung up from that phone call, they came to me and told me I had done a very adult thing. I had taken a gift given to me and used it to make the giver happy. G-d gives us so many gifts. Let’s get personal and make His gifts count.

With blessings,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is the spiritual leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach. He also works in the field of Professional Chaplaincy with several healthcare providers in the area, including L’Chaim Jewish Hospice, Sunrise Health and Rehab Center, Park Summit, Advocate Home Health Services, St. John’s Health and St. Anthony’s Rehab Hospital.