The suffering we have historically endured preserves our identity as Yidden

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“So how was it?” I settled into the booth for a long-awaited coffee date with my friend Tammy and picked up my cup. She’d just come back from a whirlwind two-week buying trip to the Far East for her business, and I was curious to hear about her trip.
“So I saw places I never knew existed, and met a zillion people, some of whom maybe I’d rather not have met….” Tammy grinned at me.
“But the craziest thing was the Shabbos I spent there. Months ago, when I was planning my itinerary, I realized I would be out in the boondocks on Friday, on an island with a name you can’t even pronounce! There was only one ferry a day to get there… that’s how isolated it was.
“Basically, I didn’t think there was anything else around besides the factory I’d be visiting. I planned to stock up on kosher food before I got there and resigned myself to spending a lonely Shabbos on my own.”
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