Beshert | Three Strikes, You’re A Schlimazel
Living in New York City circa 1979-1980 was a test of fortitude, not the least of which involved the rats. The rat harvest was plentifu...
Some days are made from “Who says life has to be fair?” Some days you get a bolt of beshert from the blue.
“I dreamed of certain outcomes. But it’s the ones I didn’t see coming that feel exactly right—beshert.”
Beshert surprised me in the five-pound form of a rescue cat with one eye and a crooked gait.