My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding? ,Lifetakes: Waiting for My Miracle,My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding?
L ast year as the 3rd of Cheshvan approached I just knew something amazing would happen in my life.
The year before on Gimmel Cheshvan my son became a chassan and the year before that on the same date my daughter got married. By Rosh Chodesh I was eagerly trying to guess what wonderful things Hashem had in store for me three days hence and on the 2nd of Cheshvan I even called my sister and told her “Devorah something great is going to happen tomorrow. Make sure to answer your phone.”
As I had (and have) several children in the parshah I naturally assumed the Great Event would again be shidduch-related: Perhaps we’d finally be redt the shidduch of our dreams. Or maybe a shadchan would call to arrange a package deal.
Last year Gimmel Cheshvan was on Friday and the early morning of the Big Day found me diligently at work in the kitchen racing to prepare Shabbos early so that I’d be present and able to savor the miracle hours that were sure to come. Little did I know I’d be living through the miracle just seconds later.
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