Their needs were broad, but she wasn’t daunted
2020 has been quite a year; my husband passed away in January after fighting stage-four brain cancer for two years. A few months later, the pandemic arrived and I was sick as well, terrified I’d leave my kids alone.
The years of my husband’s illness were tough, but also very uplifting. We worked to strengthen our emunah and continue to give, give, give. Even on his deathbed, my husband encouraged me to carry on with the vital work I do for our community.
I’m a born-and-bred Mancunian, I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m addicted to my kehillah, helping people however I can. In school, I was a quiet, somewhat mousy girl, and no one would have believed where life would take me. I first worked as a teacher, but I was always drawn to helping people in an even more hands-on way.
I came into my current role about 17 years ago as a very part-time worker, only five hours a week. As part of the government Sure Start program, the Agudah ran a center called The Hershel Weiss Children & Family Centre, and I was hired to help coordinate it.
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