Latest update: November 15th, 2012
He then added the following words that he strongly believes his grandfather in Heaven was in some way responsible for placing into his mouth. He said, “Not that I’d have a problem if a woman had a physical impediment with a leg, as I’m looking to marry a good woman, not a good foot.” He couldn’t possibly have comprehended the reason for the brief silence that followed. It was absolutely inconceivable that he could have known that the woman on the other end of the telephone had a prosthetic leg. However, Hashem knew.
She was in utter shock; her brief silence affording her an opportunity to digest the words uttered by a perfect stranger, someone who 24 hours earlier had not even been aware of her existence. It was at that moment, that she began contemplating if this was more than just happenstance; she began to suspect Yad Hashem at work.
That evening they met as intended, and they each felt the connection intensifying. However, she held her enthusiasm in check, speculating what his reaction might be when she revealed her “secret” to him. Several of his predecessors seemed unable to overcome this imperfection in her, and she suspected that he might not be any different. As the evening drew to a close, she decided it was the moment of reckoning; she simply had to see his reaction. She told him she had something she needed to discuss with him, and allowed him to see her imperfection, while still maintaining hilchos tznius. She shuddered, as he appeared to stare at the prosthetic leg, and she wondered what he was thinking. He looked her squarely in the eye, as a smile spread across his face. “I already told you what I have to say; I’m looking to marry a good woman, not a good foot.”
I was at their vort three weeks later and their wedding three months after. There was an unparalleled joy that night I had never experienced before – or after. Since that warm December night I’ve been a part of every one of their Simchas – and there have been quite a few. In the nine years since they married, they have been blessed by Hashem with four wonderful children. When you ask him who made their shidduch, he responds with absolute sincerity, “My Zaide in Shamayim.”
I wholeheartedly believe that Yad Hashem, usually working from behind the scenes in an inconspicuous manner, was front and center in orchestrating this modern day miracle; joining these two people, from opposite ends of the world, in marriage.
As I said at the beginning of this atypical account of Yad Hashem, I can attest with absolute certainty to the authenticity of every last detail of this story. Furthermore, I can attest with 100% conviction, that this is a special family – one where love and happiness permutes their lives.
You may be wondering how I can make this claim with unequivocal certainty. The answer is quite simple – I absolutely adore my wonderful wife of nine years and our four magnificent children!Shmuel Zundell
About the Author: Shmuel Zundell, a second generation contributor to the Jewish Press, was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. He received a Masters in Business Administration from New York University. He currently resides in Chicago with his wife and children.
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