A friend calls crying “I don’t accomplish anything in my life.”
“You don’t accomplish anything in your life?” I ask back.
Instead of listing her accomplishments — starting with holding a full-time high-level position in a major firm and marrying off all but her last child and going on with raising a family in Israel though she barely speaks Hebrew and doing constant chesed and counseling I remain silent waiting for the next part.
“I can’t make dinner” she sobs.
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