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Thousands of miles away from home, who will care for your seminary daughter should she feel homesick, get a bad case of the flu, or find herself facing a flooded bathroom? Why, the eim bayis, of course Every mother goes to sleep with no idea whether she’ll be woken for an emergency in the dead of the night — for a dorm mother, the responsibility is multiplied by a hundred. These dedicated supermoms wear many hats — they are educators, counselors, problem solvers, and surrogate parents rolled into one.
Everything we Sisters do and have done — the laughing, the schmoozing, the writing; bearing a child or hugging a grandchild; making a shidduch or making dinner — we owe to Hashem, and to a chesed of His messenger, a stranger whose name, face, and story we will never know.
Marcie, 48, developed a brain bleed eight years ago. After several failed surgeries, Marcie was left completely paralyzed, besides the ability to shake her head slightly and flutter several fingers — just enough to spell out sentences on an alphabet board. Another person might have lost the will to live or become embittered or self-centered. But not Marcie. Instead of resigning herself to a passive existence, she has chosen to reach out to people, inspire others, and even help finance her care.