Fifteen years ago, we were in serious financial straits.
Serious as in when a relative came to visit and opened our pantry, she was shocked. “There’s nothing in here!”
And aside from the two cans of beans on the top shelf and one bag of elbows on the bottom, there wasn’t.
My husband, Moshe, learned in kollel when we first got married. Long-term learning wasn’t part of our chassidish community’s customs, and we always knew Moshe would go into business once the family started growing. After four years of marriage and two children (and another on the way), he did.
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