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It got darker as I trudged along, trying not to lose my way, never forgetting for an instant the verse “ein oid milvado”

With my bipolar swings, would I ever land on middle ground?

If this is how we are perceived, perhaps we need to work on correcting the impressions we make

You are not alone. I feel the same isolation as you

I learned that with the Rebbe at the wheel, I’d reach my destination. But who knew that my friends could also come along for the ride?

Family First asked me to hang out in a flower shop and ask customers why they were buying their bouquets