“The interviewer called her and told her I’m accepted. They feel I’m the perfect fit and chose me as the one they want!”
As the days and weeks passed and our move approached, I began feeling Hashem’s presence in a very tangible way.
My daughter Yocheved was applying to seminary in Eretz Yisrael. The competition was stiff. Her principal forewarned her, “There are five of you scheduled to be interviewed. They told me in advance they can only accept one girl from our small town. It probably won’t be you.”
When Yocheved arrived home that night after the principal spoke to her, I heard the door slam before I saw her. I was surprised — this was uncharacteristic of my calm, easygoing daughter. She came into the kitchen, her shoulders slumped, and filled me in on what her principal had said. We spoke for a while, and she left the conversation determined to give it her best shot even though she knew her chances of being accepted were slim.
Interview day arrived. I could barely stomach my breakfast. I tried to encourage Yocheved by telling her we believed in and supported her no matter what. The words sounded a bit lame, even to my own ears. But when I saw Yocheved’s confident poise, I was sure she would weather this experience well, no matter the outcome.
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