We must do as the Torah commands, to make an accounting, to consider what’s the real purpose of every event

When you get to a certain age, seeing a doctor can mean you need to share everything that ever occurred to your family since Maaseh Bereishis.
Showing up at a new office, I filled in a form that asked for so many details, it should’ve granted me citizenship in at least three countries.
The doctor himself was a crusty old Israeli who’d like to think he knows English. Glancing at my form he said, “So. You father Yekkeh, you mother Israeli. This is what we call intermarriage, yeah? Heh, heh.”
Actually, my mother was born in Palestine, before the Medinah was established, but that’s neither here nor there. Nor did I think it mattered if my great-grandmother ever had an ingrown toenail. But I laughed politely with the doctor and hoped he’d get to the point of our visit, fast.
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