Ronnie was feeling lost. She was doing her best to fight cancer, but it had already advanced and she was so, so tired. She desperately needed guidance. She felt a yearning for something spiritual, but had no idea what - or where - she should be seeking.
She was riding an elevator one day, when a woman entered and pressed the button for the lobby. Completely unprompted, she asked Ronnie, “Are you Jewish? There’s a fabulous ladies class at Chabad every Wednesday. You should check it out!”
The next Wednesday morning, Ronnie was there, and so was the stranger from the elevator - although she didn’t recognize the woman on whom she’d made such an impact.
As my wife began the class, Ronnie felt a sense of peace descend upon her, soothing the spiritual ache she’d been harboring for weeks. She began coming every week, never missing a class, and became more involved in other areas as well. The words of Torah and the embrace of the community help her face her challenges, and we continue to daven for the complete refuah shleima of Rochel bas Gittel.
