Latest update: May 21st, 2012
She walked into my husband’s office, accompanied by her father. They were clearly from Israel’s lower socioeconomic class. The father was a large, frightening man who reeked of alcohol, and his daughter was a recent ba’alat teshuvah.
They were there to enroll the young woman in the law and business college where my husband runs a special academic program for religious Zionist students. She wanted to study in a religious institution so that she could learn more about mitzvah observance.
When my husband saw how intimidated the young woman seemed by her father, he politely asked the father to wait outside during the interview.
As soon as the father stepped out, the impending student went through a transformation. She raised her bowed head and her eyes began to sparkle. She showed my husband her low grades from high school, and explained that she had not taken school seriously. But now, she was determined to make something of herself. She just needed someone to give her a chance.
Her clear determination to succeed convinced my husband to give her that chance. Going against the college rules, my husband somehow waved a magic wand and the young woman was accepted. He was even able to arrange for a special scholarship, and organized a study group to help her with her studies.
The girl eventually graduated with honors and became a lawyer.
These events took place over four years ago. Recently, my husband received a phone call from that same young woman. She was calling from New York, where she was studying for her Master’s degree in law, and needed a letter of recommendation from my husband.
This same girl who had come from such a different world, where even thinking about a plane trip was farfetched, was now living in Manhattan and speaking excitedly about her educational opportunities.
My husband was also happy to hear that she was now married to a rabbinical student, and that they were expecting their first child. The young couple planned to finish their studies and return to Israel to build their home.
This young woman told my husband that because of her emunas Hashem, He must have directed her to my husband’s office, which initiated a positive chain of events. She even met her husband through a fellow student at the college.
This is a true Cinderella story, as my husband had the privilege of playing the role of the “fairy godmother.” Yet we all know that Hashem was the author of this tale.Rivky Garfinkel Reiss
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