I t’s Friday afternoon and I’m in my office writing derashos and researching shiurim.
It’s usually quiet in the office right before Shabbos. It’s a time when parents are pleading with their children to jump into the shower or when families are indulging in some Erev Shabbos potato kugel.
I relish this peaceful quiet time immersed in learning or writing.
The phone jolts me back to reality.
“Hello Rabbi?”
I immediately recognize the voice. It’s Mrs. Sylvia Rubin. (Name changed)
