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Almost four years have passed. Almost four years since that hot summer day when I was diagnosed with cancer. Who would’ve thought that cancer would be the best thing that happened to me?

I can see the shul from my dining room window. The idea that it was so close, yet so far, was too much to bear

“He would be killed just for having it in his possession. But a Torah is a Torah and my father was determined to save it”

The troublesome two faced each other, fists clenched — but were distracted by Jolly Solly’s voice nearby

“Burst pipe!” he called to his fellow workmen inside.  “Somebody turn off the water mains!”

The medics had returned to Meron and were sitting in a circle around 45 candles, processing their loss, their limits

Let’s do what Yidden do, even now, even after, and after, and after again