You have nowhere to go on Passover, so you host a Seder on the Lower East Side with a bunch of goys. A year later, you write about it. Three years later, you re-post the essay on Facebook. What happens next?
1) People think you’re pathetic smart for posting such a dated stellar piece of work.
2) Jews take such pity on you that it garners you an invitation to your favorite Cantor’s house for a lovely Passover Seder.
3) An extremely thoughtful friend decides to pass it along to this guy, a complete stranger who lives in Munich.
What happens next?
1) Nothing.
2) A few months later you get a letter from a freak perfectly lovely man but ignore it.
3) A few months later said man decides to write you a letter. You write back. This leads to many, many, many more letters.
Those letters lead to what?
1) Nothing.
2) Lots of Skype calls, which eventually lead to a face-to-face meeting here.
3) Lots of Skype calls, which eventually lead to a first face-to-face meeting in this.
Which eventually leads to what?
1) Nothing.
2) The realization that a cross-Atlantic courtship is an idiotic venture.
3) This:
Answer: 3, down the line (except for the first question — the Cantor did invite me to dinner). Let’s just say that when I published this essay three years ago, I never ever, ever, ever imagined it would end in love.
Passover is now my favorite holiday. May yours be full of joy, health, family, friends, & a full heart.
xo
errahn
This is by far one of my favorite entries. I dig the way you incorporate inner dialogue, humor, and such emotion. This use of pics and links brings the essence of your words to life. I am crying laughing right now…
Happy Passover from a distant reader!
Abigail Rasminsky
So sweet of you! Thanks for posting! One day I’ll write the long version. It is quite something…xo
Sarah
Such a happy story. Happy Passover . 🙂