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So many people who had no connection to Judaism became connected in some way, thanks to Nancy. So many people who thought Orthodox Judaism was meant only for those parochial Jews of New York were suddenly confronted with a delightful, pleasant, intelligent friend and fellow biker who was “so normal,” and also a proud Orthodox Jew! She was a person who loved her life but knew that she controlled her passions—her passions did not control her.

My father stood by his ideals because they were truths. Not because people were watching. Not because people were cheering him on. He stood by them in Karobka, Russia, where he was the sole Jew in the entire town. Applause was not his goal. Truth was his goal. Nancy received no applause either. She could so easily have succumbed. Who was looking? Who among her friends cared? But that didn’t matter. Her Jewishness was important to her. She cared about it because she knew it was truth, and an integral part of who she was. Her goal was not to make others pleased with her. Her goal was to live the life that she believed in and to succeed. Her goal was not to make a Kiddush Hashem, just as my father did not set out to make a Kiddush Hashem. Yet a Kiddush Hashem is exactly what they both made, many times over throughout their respective lives.

Please G-d, may 5762 be a year of nechama, geulah and yeshua for our family and all of Am Yisrael.

 

 


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