David was very saddened both at the untimely death of his good friend and also seeing how depressed his widow was.
The driver’s confidence waned a trifle and after a moment or two he admitted that he had in fact stolen the car from the yishuv Maaleh Adumim.
Her husband was one of the first Zaka first aid volunteers to arrive at the scene of the shootings.
I found myself struggling to understand the rapid fire Hebrew spoken all around me but I forced myself to speak the little Hebrew I knew and slowly I became proficient.
On that particular day the aforementioned rav and the rosh yeshiva left the yeshiva for a few hours to research an army base that could possibly offer some opportunities to their boys down the line.
It’s probable that one toddler, imagining that she had been deserted, would just have sat down on the floor and maybe cried until someone reunited her with her loving mother.
Hashem has put me in the right place at the exact time. It was a true miracle.
Considering that I am not a youngster, I have to admit that change, especially of the unexpected sort, is most challenging.
It used to be that when our youngest boys were about to go outside and it was cold, I’d sometimes remind them to take a jacket. Now I remind our youngest son, Yisrael Meir, to take pepper spray.
She spoke with a smile on her face, exuding a calm acceptance of her less-than-ideal circumstances.
Lacking the actual Hebrew word for the wanted piece and maybe even the English one, the handyman wasn’t getting what we needed.
We swam in the pool, played ball, barbequed, and played music but one thing that was different was the little store we had always remained closed on Shabbos.
Seeing my distress, a very kind employee named Lori (whose last name I regretfully forgot to ask about) very compassionately offered me the use of a stroller she just “happened to have” in the back room of their office.
Despite being excited about seeing the beautiful twinkling lights of a mostly sleeping city, I was exhausted and kept yawning.
One unexpected bonus of our two-week trip was meeting up with some of our Israeli family.
Rain can happen at any time. It’s a mere coincidence taking place just to send shivers up my spine.
It was a difficult battle. Many were seriously injured and some did not survive, but Tomer came out alive and unharmed.
Sometimes, like those of our ancestors in the desert, our protestations should have instead been cheers and songs of thanksgiving; but we discover this only in retrospect.
The MRI showed that our son had sustained a fractured skull and a double break in the arm that he had fallen on, it was truly a miracle. That arm had saved his life!
As your family came from France, it is likely that they were transported to Auschwitz and murdered there, he told us.
It was only when he finally touched down on the much-missed holy soil of Eretz Yisrael that everything began to rapidly spiral out of control.
As we raced from store to store I was invigorated but Jo tagged listlessly along. I pretended not to notice and chatted gaily all the while.
After a couple of weeks, it became very clear to me that I was not earning anywhere near enough money to pay for Yeshivah.
It was a year of Torah learning, a year of fostering new friendships, a year of encounters with diverse educators and personalities, a year of becoming more attached to the land, and a year of relative innocence.
Paula and her husband did far more than that – they went to visit her and managed to persuade her to allow them to apply for her to live in a Jewish home.