In the midst of my misery it hits me. I am going about this wrong. I take a deep breath and try to control my sobs.
It was so crowded and confusing that one father, who was there accompanying his eighteen-year-old daughter, was assigned the responsibility of determining everyone’s place on the queue and then seating them in that order.
The water got warm, then hot, and then boiling hot. This was going too far. To pretend to myself is one thing. To feel like the water was hot is quite another.
Though my father lives in another area of Staten Island, he has been intermittently involved with this synagogue since its inception.
My family always found an open and warm welcome when they flew in for a family simcha, but now due to Hashem’s goodness and kindness I am now living in close proximity to several of my children.
They were genuinely thrilled, but tempered their enthusiasm somewhat with a sobering reality check, “You know he’s flying right into a winter blizzard, right?”
She told me, pointing to a blue and orange set. It wasn’t exactly a color scheme that I appreciated, nor was it especially fancy for yom tov, but having shlepped out and waited this long, I wasn’t ready to head home without something to show for my time.
I decided to unplug my phone before davening to prevent any distractions. Finally after one on the most intense prayers I have ever experienced I went to plug in the phone. It immediately rang.
After being checked by a doctor, my father needed to undergo some minor surgery. It was clear to his two children in Israel that my father could no longer live independently.
For all the good we hopefully do in the world, we often come up lacking; our prayers are distracted, we're a bit short with the beggar, we sometimes slip with our tongues.
Getting ready for Pesach is actually an amazing opportunity to have a really positive experience getting ready for an awesome chag!
It is known that the chassidishe boys marry young, while the Livishe boys marry a little older.
Water was put on his forehead, he was tapped here and there and spoken to and his mother, too, spoke to him, begging him to wake up, to come back. And he did.
It looked like they were doomed to spend the first night of the joyous holiday of Chanukah stranded on the unfamiliar streets of Bnei Brak.
How could I leave Israel with her in this condition? After telling my wife how I felt, she urged me to extend my trip. My brother also urged me to stay.
The challenge of coming home to a house full of little kids and being barely able to function threatened to overwhelm me.
I felt good to be able to help out like this and was grateful for the opportunity. If we could not be together for yuntif this year at least I could contribute in this way.
Have you ever noticed that you have some mitzvah that not only finds you but seems to follow you around?
Only when Shabbos finally arrived and the food was cooked, table set, baby sleeping peacefully, did those angels remember to come and wish us a gut Shabbos.
Why don't we just sell it? That way not only won't we have the expense of painting it, but we'll have extra cash as well.
I told her not to do anything or say anything and I immediately called Rabbi Gerlitzky, the Lubavitcher Rebbe's shaliach in Tel Aviv and a dear friend of the family. I told him the story.
If Hashem wants a person to have something, he will have it, and no one in the world can take away what is coming to to him.
The owner searched every which way he could but he could not understand why the company’s finances suddenly took a dive.
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.