She’ll deny it, but it was always an imbalanced relationship. Chaya was the mashpia and I was the mekabel
I’ll never reach Chaya’s level, but I feel fortunate to have her as an amazing guidepost.
Chaya Werfel’s take:
After listening to Shoshana tell me how I impacted her life, I got off the phone with an incredulous smile plastered on my face. Half of the smile expressed, “I am so incredibly touched.” The other half screamed, “Me?! She lives in Lakewood! Loads of inspiration there! Why me?”
Then I took a deep breath and tried to recall a memory of the kind of emunah and bitachon Shoshana claimed I had and wished she could emulate. This would make more comfortable for me to accept such an honor. I came up with the following:
We were in a hospital room in faraway Belgium while my 13-year-old son underwent an eight-hour surgery to remove a large benign tumor wrapped around his spinal cord. I was enamored of my husband’s calm and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
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