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As I held my daughter in my arms, both of us shaking and with our hearts pounding, I thought of the close call she had just had and that with siyata d’shmaya, tragedy had been avoided.
I had repressed the memory after the fact, and had not even told my mother about the incident.
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On Rosh Hashanah, standing in shul with my daughters, I got a chill when we got to the part of “mi bamayim” immediately following the “netaneh tokef” tefillah. My husband may have lost his job, but my daughter is perfectly fine, Baruch Hashem.
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