Latest update: December 6th, 2012
How could an old father survive such a catastrophe? The answer is simple. As long as we are living, there is no rest, no respite. The tests keep coming. It is for us to pass them all, and to remember that we are a nation of ballerinas, and when we fall, we stand up. We cling to our faith and become even closer to our G-d.
As I write these words, I am about to be released from the hospital and, b’ezras Hashem, with G-d’s help, will be on my way back home. Once again I hear the message: Esther bas Miriam – you are a Jew, a ballerina.
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