She was determined that the Law class was Dina’s best chance of finding a husband, and that was the real reason she wanted her to go to college.
But who would have ever guessed that Hashem would unlock the key to the birth on same day as the English anniversary of our wedding.
In a way that decision was the first in a series of miracles with which Hashem blessed us.
And so it was that both those women whose lives had been saved in Yerushalayim only about a month earlier, were now in a Manhattan hospital with the woman who inadvertently had helped save their lives.
When I pulled up at their house, my worst fears were confirmed.
Yet, ultimately, looking back, these “setbacks” turned out to be really for the patient’s best – for the good.
Dr. Schwartz had no other alternatives up his sleeve. He suggested my mother go home and think about what she wanted to do.
So why was she forever unceremoniously dumping them in the library after the long school day was over and virtually all the other students and staff members had already gone home?
Several months ago, I made a serious effort to find an apartment in the "better" area but, alas, the rents were too high. I felt that I was stuck where I was.
“My mother raised us to independence, all of us,” Rivka says, which certainly plays itself out in the fact that all three children have taken a different path.
Surprisingly, my husband and one son arrived home over half-an-hour earlier than usual. I excitedly shared my perfect-timing story, but my better half one upped me easily.
To the surprise of our protectzia-invested acquaintances, my family has thrived in our daled amos without that amenity, b’ezras Hashem.
All the way to the airport I could only think of what if …
Throughout the war, Akiva had several brief furloughs home, and each time exchanged whichever mishnayos volume he had finished for the next in the series.
Why am I getting so agitated? And look how we’re treating each other!
This young, innocent child gave me a powerful, warm surge of energy and strength.
In contrast to her Eicha-like lamentations of the previous hour or more, however, my youngest was now grinning from ear-to-ear.
“The window is above the flat sukkah roof,” he reported. “I could definitely climb in, but I need a ladder...”
Needless to say, it was done and they formed a great relationship as his friend and mentor. He started attending services and volunteered his time all along putting on tefillin.
He took me to a room filled with computer equipment and said, “You pray here for as long as you want.” I couldn’t believe my ears.