“In all honesty, I couldn’t have asked for a better sign from Above”
Iwas anticipating a lot of exciting experiences in the summer camp I had signed up for — two and half weeks touring the entire state of Colorado with about 50 other Bais Yaakov girls. There’s a lot to do in the Centennial State — the Rocky Mountains, 11 national parks and monuments, zip lines, lots of great places for shopping, historic train rides, gold mines, and even dinosaur museums (not my thing, but still).
But one experience stood out from all the rest.
The nice motel resort where we planned to stay for Shabbos had a banquet hall for us to use for our seudos and activities. As we were preparing on Friday, a young couple — also guests at the motel — approached us.
The husband introduced himself, Jacob, and his wife, Naomi. He said they’d noticed we were part of an Orthodox Jewish program, and he asked if they could join us for the Shabbos meals. We sized them up — religious, probably not from birth, but serious enough about their frumkeit — and suggested they ask the camp director, Mrs. Schwartz. They did, and she invited them to join us for the meals.
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