It didn’t take long for me to discover that most frum guys don’t want an irreligious girl — even if she really wants to be religious
Arocky hillside before me somewhere deep in the American West. Miles of march behind me. An 80-lb pack on my back. Hours to go until the finish line.
My legs were clay. The drill sergeant touched his Smokey Bear hat as if to remind us of his rank yet again blew his whistle and pushed us on. My sense of being moved from my mind into a place around my middle just pushing forward forward on up higher lift the leg then the next.
Around me, fellow soldiers grunted and cursed. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and asked G-d for help.
It was the first time in my life I’d spoken to Him.
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