Thursday, June 16, 2011

Well this is another first. I am on the bus to Jerusalem for the first time on my own since the whole disaster. Not only that but I am going to meet the generous Neshama who helped us with a donation to help cover the shrink. I feel like I owe her my life! I was nothing more than a puddle of Rachel-goo before her assistance with seeing the right shaliach.

I wish I had what to give her to express the extent of my gratitude, but what on this world holds the value of even a damaged soul? All I can give is my Bracha that she always find herself in a position where she can help others.

1 comment:

  1. Amen. And may her ability to, in a way, repair souls, enable her soul to feel completion and contentment.

    And - for the special person writing this blog - may your soul feel loved, and whole-ier and holier rather than hole-ier!

    (Ok, haven't slept in about 4 days, so taht may not make sense.)

    -- TR