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.
An interview was overheard in which an Arab asked a Hamas commander: "What's the problem? Why aren't you hitting your targets? Don't you know how to aim?" To which he was answered: "We know how to aim very well. We are experts. But their G-d moves the missiles."
“But they told me to come in today,” she said. They gave me this date months ago. It’s not my fault if it’s the wrong day.”
The answers, though, were out there, waiting patiently and shimmering in the distance until the One with all the answers decided to enlighten us.
Edward was completely mystified, yet had no choice but to obey his captain’s orders.
It was found to be a giant deer tick living in her head – with its claws in her scalp.
While daydreaming about finding the perfect job, I never expected to be rewarded in spades for my aforementioned experience.
Our home is in the center of the Holy Land, surrounded by (what else?) green hills and valleys.
The simple act of kindness should be the reward itself. Anything more in the form of a reward is gravy.
Herman was speechless, yet the look in his eyes said it all. Indeed, his gratitude knew no bounds.
A few seats away, I noticed a man with a Mishnah in hand, talking intently into a cell phone. I soon realized the man was participating in a Daf Yomi shiur, utilizing his traveling time well.
It’s written, it says, with all the segulos for shalom bayis and you gave it as a gift to a chassan and kallah.
As I listed the litany of tragedies, as I perceived them, my mother responded by saying: “Who’s had a terrible life? I’ve had a wonderful life. I had your father for 40 years until he was taken from us. I had you and your brother. I lived to see grandchildren.”