Every single thingthat happens in the world and in our lives is, by definition, bashert, and deeply purposeful
Standing in line for check-in at Ben Gurion airport for my flight back to the United States last week, I was happy to see a familiar face, a well-known Brooklyn rav with whom I’m very friendly. We were at different points in the queue, but we were able to get in a few snatches of conversation each time the wending of the line brought us side by side.
My friend was ahead of me, and when it was his turn at the check-in counter, I noticed that he seemed to be encountering some difficulty with the clerk. I wondered what the problem was, since he was traveling light — all he had was a carry-on suitcase and an even smaller handbag.
After what seemed like quite a number of minutes spent at the counter, I saw him head toward the security clearance checkpoint. We met up again at the gate and chatted until it was time to board. He was seated up front, and I was toward the back, so we didn’t see each other during the flight.
It was about 6:15 a.m. in New York when we landed, with nighttime’s dark blanket still spread evenly over all and sundry. My devoted daughter, who lives close by us, a short 20-minute drive from the airport, had offered to pick me up that morning in the very likely event that the early-to-bed and correspondingly very-early-to-rise little people in her home would necessitate her being up and about at that hour.
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