Our reactions range from dismay to shellshock to utter helplessness. In fact, her youngest sister has yet to forgive her for the very unpleasant and unwelcome surprise that greeted us that morning.
I opened my e-mail and for the first time there was an e-mail from her waiting for me.
The woman next to me leaned even further forward, and soon started to interject comments as I spoke to the couple.
My parents knew so much but were never too proud to learn something from their children for whom they provided a proper Jewish education.
In the end, I reluctantly moved into the widow’s home on my own, and somehow managed to pull through, despite my acute disappointment and frustration.
I stood up, lurching down the hall, and collided into an old man clutching a pole with in IV bag.
Immediately people went up to him to help him, to find out what the problem was and to solve it as soon as possible.
I was instructed to stop all treatment, and I did. However, I insisted on meeting face to face with my doctor.
He loved to watch the boy’s face light up when he offered to learn with him, and that was reward enough.
Is everything in my life and daily existence a slice of paradise?
Be happy. Be grateful. God knows what he is doing. It is all happening for a reason.
We get so busy living our lives, handling our day-to-day little crises that we forget to go that one step deeper and appreciate our lives.
Before divulging the reason for her call, she took quite a while to retrace the circuitous route that had led her to me.
Upon awakening, I noticed several messages on my phone wishing me “mazal tov” on the arrival of a little maidel.
It is very exciting because the women are answering amen because it is a mitzvah, because it is agreeing with the statement that Hashem creates all our food for us...
Snow in Jerusalem! For many New Englanders like me, snow pulls at our nostalgic heartstrings like nothing else can.
We realize how much we miss something only after it's gone.
Quite different from computers or a secretarial work which are much more in demand, the need for a sports or exercise teacher was obviously not very high, and as much as Sharon looked for work, she remained unemployed.
Yesterday was another heartening day, one that provided me with yet another unexpected, but much-needed boost to my mood and self-esteem.
Suddenly, the pilot's voice could be heard. He explained that this was a special day for those passengers on board who lived in Israel.
I realized from this story that I was sent as a messenger from above. Hashem has many helpers in this world to help do his work.
I had imagined it was my mother who would probably miss us the most. But what do we really know about what is happening?
Miraculously, the baby came out without a scratch, though some glass shards had to be brushed off his hat.
As a borderline CDO (OCD alphabetized) sufferer, I really wanted to have every last thread tied up securely before we hit the road.
I was about six years old at the time and recall that very special occasion so well.