
The story that I tell people is one that a Rabbi told me. When the souls were being created and each soul was being assigned its tsuris (hurdle to overcome) this man was watching as his other half was going to be crippled. He begged and pleaded that God would let that be HIS tsuris, to save her from that life. God acquiesced and gave it to him. When it came time for the souls to be reunited, the woman who was beautiful and had lived an easy life was horrified when the matchmaker suggested this crippled man. Why me? Why should I be burdened with a man that can't walk? I want a man that is strong and able and can grow old with me. Not be old before his time. Then God opened her eyes and gave her a vision of the time of creation. She saw that the handicap was created for her and she realized how much this man loved her and would never hurt her. They married and found peace unlike those who marry because they had things in common, were equally matched, beautiful, and meshed well. I feel it is important not to judge on the outside. Who am I to expect perfection when I am so flawed an individual? I am at peace because my match is perfect for me in so many ways that I did not understand until I almost lost him.
That was so sweet. I am proud of both you and Avi and love you all very much.
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