In the spirit of V’nahafoch hu, Mishpacha contributors share the axioms they were sure of…until they weren’t
As told to Yael Schuster
Shira sat down in my dining room and I immediately knew the type: Bais Yaakov through and through, looking for the Philly—Brisk—BMG trajectory, happily ever after. But as soon as she started speaking, I realized how wrong I was.
“Mrs. Cherns, I’m looking for a very Torahdig boy, someone who loves and lives Torah, whose passion is Torah,” she said, and then added, “but I strongly believe in Torah im derech eretz, and while of course he should be in yeshivah, he should also be in college now.”
Shira was extremely refined, sweet, and authentic; in fact, she stood out from the crowd. But her mindset seemed about 15 years outdated; as far as I knew, our society no longer produced such a breed. I knew who I could help, and it definitely wasn’t her.
If I was impressed when first meeting her, my admiration grew precisely every three months, when, like clockwork, I’d receive some version of this in my Inbox:
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