Greetings,
In my last post I told you that on my first Shabbat here, I met someone who had gone to my public school in Brooklyn. I had asked him where he lived, and he gave me some landmarks to know how to find his bungalow colony.
That Sunday, we spent a good portion of the day looking for him. After a while, we decided to call it a day and to move on. The next day, we also dedicated a few minutes to trying to find him. This continued for each day for the next three weeks—dedicate a little time each day to try to find him. But to no avail.
Finally, on our last day, we got into the car and told each other, "We need to find this guy!" We drove down the same road we had driven down ten times a day for the past three weeks, and all of a sudden we noticed a side road that we had never noticed before. With nothing to lose, we turned, and lo and behold, we found a bungalow colony! Not sure if it was the right one, we figured we would give it a try. But wait a minute, we couldn't find an entrance! We drove back and fourth and then decided to just ask someone how to get in.
We asked a random guy who was working on his garden if he knew where we could find so-and-so. He replied, "That's my grandson!" and ran to get him. After talking a little while, it turns out that not only did we go to school together, but we even were in the same class!
By Divine Providence, I met up with someone with whom I had finger painted in first grade, and finally on the last day, was able to find him (again!) and exchange contact information.
