As a borderline CDO (OCD alphabetized) sufferer, I really wanted to have every last thread tied up securely before we hit the road.
I was about six years old at the time and recall that very special occasion so well.
Rachel was thrown by the sight and began to caringly think whom this person might be.
With lots of time on his hands and a wealth of teaching experience under his belt, his answer was a no-brainer.
This young man was particularly fine, as when his parents suggested he date someone, he didn’t bother to look at resumes or pictures, as many young men do. He trusted his parents knew his best interests, and attempted to put his best foot forward.
They had realized they would be far from civilization and kosher food and had packed plenty of fresh and canned food as well as making sure there was a microwave in their room which they knew how to kasher.
He was deeply saddened by the thought of her going to her final resting place alone and that it appeared as if she knew no one and had no family who cared about her.
“What a way to spend a Sunday afternoon,” my husband remarked. “Well, baruch Hashem we are safe, there was no accident, and I’m sure there is a good reason for everything that happened to us,” I mused.
Because of the way the piece of my finger had been severed, the doctors at the hospital were not able to reattach it. They told me I’d have to see a specialist.
Nissim Menashe 50, a resident of Petach Tikvah, celebrated last Israel Independence Day like most of the country, he had a barbecue with his family....
Recently, I was outside and noticed two Lubavitcher boys placing fliers in all the mailboxes where they noticed a mezuzah, as Lubavitcher are known to do.
How was I going to get to Manhattan? No cabs were going, we didn't have a car, and many people who did have cars had no gas.
B’chasdei Hashem, I found precisely enough chicken, prepared meat knishes and various other foods I required.
But… “Is there anything…,” I choked out, “that I could do, as a merit that G-d should have mercy on me?”
"But you have all our credit card details from when we paid for the car.”
Eventually, after some trial and error, including an experience with a prima donna and one with a thief, I baruch Hashem ultimately found a fine, honest and reliable household helper.
I was aware he didn’t want me to “imagine” making coffee in a forced new dream.
It all started with the recent deluge of rain we here in Israel were privileged to have.
After I put the tefillin away, the man said that he felt different, and that he had never felt that way before.
Her first tactic was tefillah; she immediately began to recite one perek after another of Tehillim.