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The Chayal Who Ate On Yom Kippur

Between the endless headlines, the political noise, and the heavy weight of the war, I am always...

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Chavie’s grandmother survived the Holocaust with only a quarter of one kidney, which caused her great suffering. As a result, kidneys were a frequent topic of conversation in Chavie’s upbringing.

The beginning of the school year was always an exciting time. There was always a slight letdown when vacation ended, but the air was filled with anticipation. School supplies. Markers. Bic pens. Colorful notebooks. New shoes. The thrill of moving up a grade. I was no longer a lowly (fill-in-the-blank)th grader. I was someone big, someone who deserved respect.

Labor is supposed to move forward, but for us, it felt like going in circles. Contractions. Hospital drive. Intake nurse. Examination. Verdict: “You’re not in labor. Come back when you are.” Repeat. Over and over again, this was the exhausting loop my daughter, son-in-law, and I were caught in for days.

When eight-year-old Hannah, daughter of a Nazi officer, crouched in the snow as German fighter planes fired on civilian trains, she could never have imagined that 80 years later, she would stand at the Kosel, surrounded by generations of Torah-observant descendants, celebrating her great-grandson’s bar mitzvah. Born into a home ruled by cruelty and darkness, Hannah’s story is one of spiritual resistance and hashgachah pratis.