He was a soldier, pure of heart and fresh out of Afghanistan. She was a mild tempered pre-school teacher with a knack for finger painting, krav maga, and acoustic guitar. He stepped off the plane and into the airport, bogged down with thoughts of death and destruction, hoping for peace of mind. She was at that very airport, retrieving her aging grandmother.
Yaakov’s bag was red. Mushky’s grandmother had a red bag, too. Yaakov accidentally took home Grandma’s bag, Grandma took home Yaakov’s. Yaakov opened his bag and was rather surprised upon discovering asthma inhalers and various sized negligee. Grandma found phylacteries and um… stuff. Stuff that clearly did not belong to an eighty year old asthmatic woman with a love for cats and garden snakes. Mushky and Yaakov retraced their steps. They met at the airport. They have remained met ever since. Mazal Tov Mushky and Yaakov may you find peace and joy in one another and illuminate the world.
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How did they meet?
I find this true tale heartwarming and pinappular. May they grow from strength to strength, Slavakia to Kensington, in peace and harmony an forever possessing baked beans.
To mark a single limb a child grows in Africa whilst hermaphrodites sunbathe in barbeb prison holes.
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Very interested, Have a wonderful day friend 🙂
Same to you Gede 🙂