I came into this world at the beginning of a new era, when it was known as the era of the Messiah.
The Messiah is the only way, I thought, that humanity can truly achieve peace and harmony, and that means, for me, coming into this life on my own terms.
I was the child of a Jewish family, of a rabbi and his wife, and I came to the world as an adult with a very strong desire to live my life according to Torah and Shabbat law.
That’s what Judaism is all about, my friend told me.
“But Judaism is about you,” he continued.
“It’s about being a good person and being good to your family and to your community.
And you don’t just come into the world thinking, ‘I’m gonna be a good Jew.’
You come into this new era with a clear mind and a firm determination to be a righteous Jew.”
As a young man, I believed in the Messiah, the one who will bring about peace and happiness for all people.
But as I grew older, I started to question myself.
I felt like I was drifting apart from my Jewish family.
I saw that my Judaism was becoming more of a distraction from the work of living my life in accordance with Shabbats and the Torah.
My faith was fading away as my understanding of the Torah was fading, and my family became increasingly hostile to my beliefs.
But then I met my friend.
The two of us were walking through the streets of Jerusalem.
The night before, I had left my apartment at around 6 a.m. and walked to the market to buy bread.
I had to take a taxi to get there, and when I got there, I realized I was no longer walking to the synagogue.
I just walked to a street in front of my home.
The street was empty, and no one was walking there.
The only thing there was a small car parked on the sidewalk.
As I walked toward it, I saw a woman sitting in the passenger seat, her legs crossed, and she was smiling at me.
When I got closer, I could see that her face was completely white.
I knew I had met someone from my community.
I thought about how it had felt to meet someone from our community.
The moment I realized this, my heart began to race.
It was my time to walk to the Temple, and all of a sudden, I was walking with someone I had never seen before.
It wasn’t just the stranger who I had just met, it was the person I had only met a few weeks before.
This was the one.
She had become my partner.
I could feel my heart beating in my chest as she approached.
She looked at me with the same smile as she had on her first night, and it was as if the entire world had stopped.
“You’re my new friend, I said, as she reached out her hand and took my hand in hers.
I took her hand in mine, and then we sat down next to each other.
It’s been years since I had seen anyone smile so deeply, but I couldn’t help but be moved.
The person I was talking to, this woman I had always imagined meeting, was my real friend.
This woman I’d met so many times, this stranger, was actually my new partner.
It felt like it was happening right there in front.
I couldn, I just couldn’t believe it.
My heart felt so empty.
And as I sat there, my eyes fell on this woman’s hair.
I sat and listened to her tell me that she had grown up in the Jewish community and was the daughter of a former rabbi and her husband.
She’d grown up as a proud Jewish woman, she told me, and now she was proud to be Jewish, to be of a certain type of blood, to have this new Jewish friend.
I don’t know how I managed to maintain that smile as the stranger took her hands and led her away.
As soon as she left, I looked at her.
She smiled at me again, and this time, I knew she had come for me.
As the woman returned to her car, she smiled back at me, saying, “So what now?”
I said nothing. “
I’m just going to stay here and wait for you,” she said.
I said nothing.
It seemed like the woman didn’t even know what she was doing.
I walked away and waited.
A few days later, my brother and I were walking along a busy street, and a man in a white coat stopped us.
He asked us if we were Jewish.
I told him no.
“Well, I’m Jewish, but you’re Jewish and I’m not,” I said.
“Then why are you asking me?” he asked.
“Because you’re a Jew,” I told them.
I realized that it was a conversation I had not yet had with anyone in my