“I don’t like it when people decide to do their ‘chesed for the day’ by being nice to a giyores”

MY

friend Hadassah’s wide eyes were looking straight at me, and I could tell she was afraid. “What’s going on?” she whispered fearfully.

I took a gulp of air and said, “I am a convert.”

Hadassah blinked. Then she let out a breath. “Cool,” she said. “So... so you weren’t born Jewish?”

“Right,” I said, and I let out a breath too. “I converted to Judaism when I was eight years old.”

“That’s so interesting,” Hadassah said. “What were you before that? Where did you live? And how did you decide to convert?”

As I answered Hadassah’s questions, I felt myself becoming emotional. Then I started crying.