February 24, 2022
Feeling alone, together
(Less than three-minute read) My first memory of feeling alone was when I was about five years old. We were on vacation in Israel visiting friends and all the kids spoke Hebrew - and I didn't. I remember this story well because later in my life I had the same feeling in a similar situations. Life gave me plenty of oppurtunities, being a new immigrant here, and not knowing the language (https://rivkaklein.com/about-me/). Back then, as a five-year-old, as a consequence, I figured those children must surely be talking about me. (After all, five-year-olds are sure they are the center of...