Friday, June 15, 2012
A Day Of Miracles
It actually started with Moav, who told me to walk the walk. No way - and risk being stuck outside my dalet amos for Shabbos? I ran the idea by the administration, and they told me whatever I needed, I'd get. If that meant bumping me to the front of the line, then so be it.
Still, I spent the whole day nervous that somehow I would be late for Shabbos. So my friend E told me to knock it off, and go immediately to the front of the line. Still jittery, I lined up with my class, Mo and Maria arriving in the nick of time. I had worked everything out with the ushers and marshals to go first. They told me to wait until the last minute before going up. I agreed.
But then the speeches dragged on, and there was no way I would wait any longer. My friends told me to go and up I ran, to be the first graduate student hooded for the class of 2012. Oh my gosh, it happened so fast. Both my family and friends missed it. But I didn't miss a moment.
Afterwards, the family and I rushed out of the stadium, jumped in the van and headed home. It was like our own personal Red Sea, the 101 freeway, parted and we marched right through. I have driven back and forth to campus a million times, and never have I gotten home as fast as tonight. It was a miracle. G-d's way of telling me I had made the right decision, and were in possession of the right friends.
Miracles all. Proof positive that when a Jew wants to be a Jew, the world is totally okay with it.