I felt my shoulders lift when she spoke. I had the Rebbetzin’s brachah— and assurance— that I’d go far
“This way,” said the woman who opened the door of the Bnei Brak apartment. “The Rebbetzin will see you in a minute.”
I stood at the doorway, nervously biting my lip as I waited to be let into Rebbetzin Kolodetsky’s room. At the time, I was 24 years old — and very lost. I had just quit cosmetology school. Although I had a plan and was carrying it through, I was still afraid. Did it make sense for me to open a business? Was I wise to follow my dreams — or naive to think them possible?
“Let’s go ask the Rebbetzin,” my mother had suggested.
When I went to Eretz Yisrael that winter, she arranged for me to visit. So there I was, about to meet Rav Chaim Kanievsky’s daughter. When I walked into the room, she looked up and gave me a warm, bright smile.
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