I’m on the phone with my friend who two weeks before Rosh HaShanah for the last seventeen years gives over to me her famous pep talk.
We talk about how hard these times are. “In times like these even the head of the Cheer-Up Squad at Hadassah Hospital is depressed!” I tell her. “The only way to survive these days is to Nachum Ish Gamzu it! To constantly remind ourselves that everything is for the best.”
“Only through bitachon comes simchah” we agree.
After we hang up I walk to my son’s bedroom to say goodnight. He’s had a long day. Actually a few long days battling strep throat — which I actually call “stress throat.” Yeshivah started about a week ago — and he’s been more home than there.
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