How many difficult moments have you faced— and then risen above them with every ounce of self-control you could muster?
“Why do I put myself through this?” my friend Rochel asked no one in particular. She buckled her seatbelt and shook her head. “Every time I go, I come home depressed.”
“You too?” Shifra blurted out, struggling to fit herself into my four-year-old’s booster seat.
“That makes me feel better.” Tali flicked away some dried-out baby wipes to create a seat for herself. “I was actually debating whether to come for just this reason.”
I nodded gratefully. Oh, the joy of shared misery!
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