Question:
Dear Rabbi,
My gentile tenth grade advanced history professor tricked me into a medical career and set me turning to Hashem to explain his remarks. He often told me “no politicking”.
Dad votes. Mother votes. I voted 5 presidential elections. I have harder Torah today. I interpret his grave sin told as a forebearing that Israel would not vote in political affairs. I now am in improved prayer. My instigation to vote was not Torah.
I hope the odds Hashem has firm decree against my health and progress lifts. This seems fair. I give small to campaigns and can continue.
My only hint is the holocaust. My teacher was good. Medicine is not difficult enough. I remain out on psychiatry leave. Even the process of evaluation is undetetmined loss.
My fathers kosher continues non existent. Last night I was subject to a holocaust of treif cooking and wafting microparticulate from shrimp and scallops. It hardens me and even abominable thoughts break through. Dad and Mom are at full planned war. I now have been reduced many times yet I am only here to keep kosher.
How complicated is a life? Why would the kosher industry receive so little attention. I assume fathers job losses to new ones were a very unfavorable position by Hashem his sin upon the family kosher. I never saw a friend I felt strong later may have been a besheret. If Hashem wanted kids, he might have convinced me otherwise and kept my dads job. The new home has friends who locked harm my way, deceived my community and took strong reform positions. Hench livings begin and I am their center. I know only that Hashem dearly put this world together only for kosher jewish living. No bearing other is acceptable.
Doctoring is hard. I might wonder what to up say if I hear of non kosher marriage. My beset new code says the children are cannibalized. It wont be right to say but warriors who hate Israel should be stoned.
Hashem has sense. I ever may marry but I have been cut. My rabbi appeared in a picture today with now a fifth child! Oh how wonderful to have kosher parents!
Dad only turns to violent entertainment vacuuming my bright life. Mom refuses to praise Israel and stereotypes but she is loved. Gravitating holds my generation. Will I ever make it to Israel? I could be to a matter of ever service.
Hashem has me in higher learning and I challenge height. He releases me.
Joyfully but hard hit,
Answer:
SOunds rough. I’m with you.
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