I first encountered missionaries in the mid-70s, when I was a student living in Manhattan. I used to see Jews for Jesus members sporting bright yellow T-shirts that proudly advertised their affiliation targeting their prime proselytizing prospects (Jews, of course) in front of Macy’s. During that same period, I also saw hundreds of couples lined up outside Madison Square Garden just prior to their being married in a mass marriage ceremony by the infamous Reverend Sun Myung Moon. Back in 1976, it was estimated that close to 30 percent of these “Moonies” were young Jewish men and women who had

I began to suspect something back in September, when my eldest son asked me, out of the blue, if I’d heard of Rav Dovid Siegel. But the real “bomb” hit when he and his family came to visit for Succos, and he introduced their aspirations of making aliya by saying, “Ma, I have an amazing hasgacha pratis (Divine providence) story to tell you. This will make a really good article!

“I was in yeshiva and noticed a brand new sefer on the shelf,” continued Shimon. “I took the sefer down and skimmed it. I was happily surprised to discover that the

We are living in a time that is sometimes dubbed a “silver spoon generation,” so it is refreshing to come across young adults who defy that image. I had the honor and pleasure of interviewing just a handful of some of Baltimore’s Best self-made young men. They have become quite proficient in juggling work with their pursuit of an education, and took time out of their busy schedules to share their stories and advice with WWW readers.

Making Debt Disappear

Danny Weiser hails from Northeast Philadelphia and has been living in Baltimore for over five years. This 21-year-old physical therapy student at

Last month, in the heart of Boro Park, a frightening incident took place. According to Hamodia (June 29 issue), a member of the Jewish community lured three boys into a shul, in separate incidents, by asking them to help him carry a box. Apparently, two of the boys, within an hour of each other, were victims of despicable behavior. The third was able to escape by convincing the man that his father was waiting outside, and that he would get nervous if he did not come out soon. He was let go, unharmed. The parents contacted the shul and the

Chana was a thirty-something professional — we sat in the same office, and had worked side-by-side for about a year. She was always very nice, intelligent and charming, but we were never close since she lived in another community and we didn’t travel in the same circles. I guess we were just so busy with our own lives, and since our lives were so different, they never coincided. While we really enjoyed working together; talking about this and that, we just never had all that much in common.

I’d always thought she was a happy person. She had a fulfilling job

I am one of those people who hates to say no, so it was quite a challenge for me to share with my friends the thrilling news that I had finally accrued enough credit card points to visit my son and his family who had recently made aliya. As every seasoned Israel traveler knows, it is par for the course to be asked to transport “a little something” to a son, daughter, mother, father, or fourth cousin twice removed, who lives in the Holy Land – anything from a few pills to a guitar. I have to admit that it