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.
Rachel was thrown by the sight and began to caringly think whom this person might be.
With lots of time on his hands and a wealth of teaching experience under his belt, his answer was a no-brainer.
This young man was particularly fine, as when his parents suggested he date someone, he didn’t bother to look at resumes or pictures, as many young men do. He trusted his parents knew his best interests, and attempted to put his best foot forward.
They had realized they would be far from civilization and kosher food and had packed plenty of fresh and canned food as well as making sure there was a microwave in their room which they knew how to kasher.
He was deeply saddened by the thought of her going to her final resting place alone and that it appeared as if she knew no one and had no family who cared about her.
“What a way to spend a Sunday afternoon,” my husband remarked. “Well, baruch Hashem we are safe, there was no accident, and I’m sure there is a good reason for everything that happened to us,” I mused.
Because of the way the piece of my finger had been severed, the doctors at the hospital were not able to reattach it. They told me I’d have to see a specialist.
Nissim Menashe 50, a resident of Petach Tikvah, celebrated last Israel Independence Day like most of the country, he had a barbecue with his family....
Recently, I was outside and noticed two Lubavitcher boys placing fliers in all the mailboxes where they noticed a mezuzah, as Lubavitcher are known to do.
How was I going to get to Manhattan? No cabs were going, we didn't have a car, and many people who did have cars had no gas.
B’chasdei Hashem, I found precisely enough chicken, prepared meat knishes and various other foods I required.
But… “Is there anything…,” I choked out, “that I could do, as a merit that G-d should have mercy on me?”
"But you have all our credit card details from when we paid for the car.”
Eventually, after some trial and error, including an experience with a prima donna and one with a thief, I baruch Hashem ultimately found a fine, honest and reliable household helper.
I was aware he didn’t want me to “imagine” making coffee in a forced new dream.