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Shema Stories
A spiritual journey: from Tonica Marlow to Tova Mordechai
Tonica Marlow couldn’t take her eyes off the rabbi or the Torah scroll he held in his hand. What am I doing here? she kept asking herself. So many times she had promised herself never to come here again, and yet here she was again . . .
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“Rebbe, I can prove that the Torah is false . . . I have broken every available precept for decades now, and I have a wonderful life, blessed with financial success, good health and a happy family . . .”
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It is a name that until a few days ago held no meaning to me. He was a complete stranger, about whom I had never heard and whom I had never met...
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Shortly after arriving at Auschwitz, Frankl was stripped of his most precious possession—a manuscript that was his life’s work, which he had hidden in his coat pocket. Realizing that the odds of his survival were small, he had what he describes as “perhaps his deepest experience in the concentration camps.”
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