A Special Day

I shouldn't be here (it's Yom Kippur), but I'd like to tell you something...

We went to the synagogue and it was fully crowded...  I talked to a lady in my best Yiddish (which I don't speak) and I understood everything!!!! (BTW, each time we take a taxi I start asking the driver where he comes from, about his family, his country, I tell them we come from Chile and as they don't know where that is, I start asking if they remember about the thirtythree miners that were trapped underground and how they escaped in a capsule.  Of course they don't even speak English and I'm not making fun of them, but I love to laugh (my family and friends know about my "very special" sense of humor).   Everyone that's been with us, knows about it: Nachita, Simone, Frank, Pepa, Wim and aunt Yolanda do... :o) Anyway, I was telling you about the synagogue... There we sat next to the women and when the Rabi started praying the Kol Nidre in the sweetest way I've ever heard... I started crying so much...  I prayed God to give me the necessary strength to do this, to help me, to stay close to me... and cried......... and remembered my grandpa being the Jazan and praying the Kol Nidre, thought a lot about my mom... and I felt different, better, able to live through the next stage of this enriching journey that WILL improve the quality of my life and my kids' and overcome whatever  stands in front of me.

I'm ready.  I can feel it...

Thanks for your comments, your fantastic support words, for your generosity in making this dream come true... I'm eternally thankful.

Shana tova vejatima tova