I went to my brother’s visiting day at camp because my parents had to fly to Israel for a family emergency. I did not want to go but couldn’t imagine him not having anyone there on visiting day so I pushed myself to go. BH I went because my brother fell and broke his foot thay day. The head Rabbi came with us to the hospital because I had no idea where we were and was very overwhelmed by the whole situation. A few weeks later he ended up setting me up with his nephew who is my now my husband! Everything happens for a reason! So many things had to happen for this to work out. Such hashgacha pratis!
