Now he was putting his faith only in Hashem and that he knew Hashem could help him.
The rav found the exchange humorous and happily shared it with my husband, who subsequently told it over to me.
Why didn't I call an ambulance? I do not know. And believe me, I was not trying to be overly pious.
I knew in my heart if I did not take my first step soon all my ambition would fizzle.
At this point I am reasonably happy that he returns home eventually and is still semi-coherent (at least some of the time).
This tragedy was in the forefront of my mind as my family and I wended our way, the week before Pesach, from Har Nof, Jerusalem to Sha’ar Yeshuv.
But, that morning my cold had developed into something far worse and I just knew I wasn’t going to get to the bris.
Our first six children had been born in the Holy Land, but ironically every one of them married and set up home in the United States.
One point stood out from those stories: in contrast to the Koran, the great figures of the Torah were not beyond reproach. There was always room to be better.
He was used to my premonitions. So I called my labor coach she said she would bring her car close to where I was staying.
One daughter flew in from the UK for a mere 50 hours – quite an amazing feat!
My mother had a difficult pregnancy. Some doctors said it was a miracle I was born and came out as good as I did.
We were not familiar with the process of wiring money to Israel when I got engaged, so I was just waiting for the money to come by mail.
As it turned out, despite recovering sufficiently and hopeful of having more children, I never did.
During the past year I especially enjoyed looking at a website of a hotel in Monticello. Living near the beauty and calm of the water really appealed to me.
I remembered the years of bringing up six teenage daughters. Of course they weren’t all teenagers at the same time but sometimes it definitely felt like it.
With no other choice in sight, David continued along his path until he finished high school without having any substantial plans for his future in mind.
Our poor daughter well remembers her highly-anticipated bat mitzvah trip with us to Israel, that unfortunately fell far short of her expectations.
There are people who come over to help us give the babies a bath. We have all learned to do this in assembly line fashion. We could not do it all alone.
I happily assured her that I did in fact have no doubt that the change of name had a lot to do with their new status.
The scene was surreal. We could hear the battle raging in Aza, but in the host’s realm there was relaxation, conversation, and the bubbly voice of our grandson.
I’d been reading a book about back pain which said that the real cause was pent up anger. Was I angry at someone?
Baruch Hashem all worked out well and they are doing both fine recuperating now.
My daughter was in a state of shock. How could this be? How would she and her husband cope?
Upon receiving the call from Orit, Margolit thought that her daughter had already been informed about the attack and was calling about visiting Tomer.