Don’t think your vote doesn’t count

Don’t think it doesn’t count. Early one Monday morning at the end of August I went to the modest Sunny Isles Beach Synagogue, just a few blocks from where I lived. My mother had passed away in April and while going through some of her belongings I found a box containing my grandfather’s tefillin, sometimes called phylacteries that orthodox Jewish men wear on their arm and head during their morning prayers, a small prayer book and a text written in Hebrew.A kindly gentleman received me. I showed him what I had and asked if he, or someone could translate what […]

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