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Written By: Adina Ehrlich                                                                                 No Couple Left Behind


                                                                                                                          The shul is still.
                                                                                                                          The  baal  tokeia  finishes  the
                                                                                                                          brachos, and everyone waits
                                                                                                                          expectantly for the shofar to blow.
                                                                                                                          Suri listens too, her head nestled
                                                                                                                          deep in her machzor. And
                                                                                                                          even with her eyes covered,
                                                                                                                          she sees only one thing in her
                                                                                                                          mind’s eye: her daughter Ruchy,
                                                                                                                          standing at her side, shuckling
                                                                                                                          intently over her machzor too.

                                                                                                                          Ruchy’s been standing there since
                                                                                                                          she’s nine. First she only came
                                                                                                                          in for short parts of davening;
                                                                                                                          then, as she matured, she
                                                                                                                          stood through the whole thing.

                                                                                                                          And then came the year after
                                                                                                                          her  summer  wedding,  and  Suri
                No                                                                                                        had  beamed  at Ruchi,  knowing
                                                                                                                          that she only had a year or
                                                                                                                          two left in shul, before she’d be
                                                                                                                          home, caring for a little one.

                Leaf Left                                                                                                 It hadn’t worked out that way.
                                                                                                                          As  her friends slowly  stopped
                                                                                                                          coming to shul, instead staying
                                                                                                                                   with
                                                                                                                          home
                                                                                                                                          their
                                                                                                                                                 babies,
                                                                                                                          Ruchi had been left behind.
                Unturned                                                                                                    And  now  she   stands   still,
                                                                                                                          surrounded by girls and Bubbies
                                                                                                                          but so alone in her age group, and
                                                                                                                          Suri’s  heart,  already  broken  into
                                                                                                                          a billion pieces for her daughter,
                                                                                                                          breaks again.

                      Join us in our journey and letts expolre
                      what Bonei Olam does behind the scenes
                                                                                                                          Chaim marches merrily around
                                                                                                                          the bima, his arms completely full.
                                                                                                                          Seven-year old Dovid sits proudly
                                                                                                                          on   his  shoulders,  clutching


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