All of it, almost ten years of learning, paled in comparison to the excruciating difficulty of learning the last five dapim
As told to Rivka Streicher
Ten years ago, I was 20 years old, leaving Eretz Yisrael and the hallowed walls of yeshivah, headed for college and then the corporate world.
The world was open for me, and I knew the coming years would mark a succession of changes in my life, professionally and personally; I also knew I had to hold on to Torah, keep the beis medrash inside. I was only 20, wet behind the ears, but I made myself a goal then and there: I would finish Shas in the years to come.
I started college and started ploughing through Shas alongside it. For the first three years — through college, through my first job in an accounting firm — I learned with chavrusas early each morning.
I got married and soon the kids started coming. I was working full time. I had to be at work early, daven earlier, and learn even earlier; it didn’t work anymore to learn with a chavrusa. I’d wake up at 4 a.m. and sit down to learn at home on my own.
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