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It was so different this time.
Oriya sat in the dimly lit cafe, watching the cold sheets of rain slap onto the cobblestone ground and the palm trees sway violently in the wind. She wrapped her hands around her steaming mug of coffee, breathing in the warm, cozy feeling. She was sitting with her chosson in a cafe in Yerushalayim, where they had first met only one month prior. Oriya had always made fun of her friends who spoke this way, but after just minutes of speaking with Michoel, she knew deep down that he was her bashert.
Only this time, the numbers on the sheet on the paper in front of them wanted to prove otherwise.

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It was a Friday afternoon when we got the call. A pair of bochurim lost their shabbos meal last minute, and they desperately needed a place. At first, I wasn’t sure. It was the end of the month and I didn’t think we had enough left in the account to feed two more. I’m currently battling cancer, and the expenses have been major. Between babysitters, transportation to chemo, and expensive medications, our seudos have gotten simple… Too simple.
“Please Mrs. Goldschmidt, we’d be happy to bring anything you need. We just need a meal.”
I remembered that everything we invest in shabbos will come back and, feeling for the two desperate young men, we agreed to have them.

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AN URGENT LETTER FROM 3 TREMENDOUS GEDOLIM ON BEHALF OF ORPHANED KALLAHS:
“The stories of 48 orphaned brides and grooms have been brought to us, after years of hardship they are now getting married, but they don’t have the necessary financial means. Therefore we call upon every person to participate in this exalted mitzvah of marrying off orphans. Especially as with one act one merits to marry off many orphans, there is no end to the merit of all those who participate and support them. It will protect them and help them with whatever they need.

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Dear reader,
My name’s Nosson*, and I write to you from inside the dreaded “quarantine.” That’s right, my family’s got corona. It started with my oldest son, who is in bed with a fever and a bad cough. As miserable as we are, though, locked up in our house sick and waiting for this to be over, I have to admit something: I’m feeling… lucky?
I’ll explain. When I saw that my son was getting sick I immediately did a big grocery order, including plenty of snacks for the kids to nosh on. Then we picked up books, toys and crafts to keep everyone occupied during the long days home from school. I work from home, so my wife and I take shifts in the morning getting work done while the other tries to run something like a cheder in our living room.

We all know that making a chasunah can get stressful. But for one family in Eretz Yisroel, it got so stressful that it changed someone’s life…Forever.
The Vales are a typical frum family in Beitar. They have nine kids and live very simply like most of their neighbors. That means no vacations, no brand name clothing, and no fleishigs during the week. But when their daughter Gita became a Kallah over one month ago, parents Batsheva and Zecharya came to a horrifying realization- Despite saving every extra shekel ever since they got married, even the most simple chasunah was much more than they could possibly afford at the moment. 
Eventually, the stress took its toll when something terrible happened– Zecharya suffered from a stroke.

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Sometimes, a little inspiration can spark an entire movement.
Several days ago, a brave young woman named Sheiny turned to the Biale Rebbe with a very personal problem. Her story was so moving, and so utterly heartbreaking, that the Rebbe joined with Rav Feinstein and the Erlau Rebbe to create a new Bais Din with a very special mission. This was the story that inspired it all:

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“When I was 2 year old, we waited until past midnight for my father to come home from shul on Rosh Hashona night. Finally, there was finally a knock on the door…But it wasn’t him–It was the police. They told us the horrifying news that my father was killed in a car crash on the way to shul. I don’t remember my father at all, but I’ve felt the loss of his presence my whole life. Now, I am twenty and B’’H my wedding is just 3 weeks away. I wish my father could walk me down the aisle. I wish he could be around to help my mother who can’t afford anything I need for my wedding on her small income.”- Sheiny B.*

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Rav Chaim Kanievsky, like many of the world’s leading rabbanim, has been overwhelmed in recent months with stories of families so poor they can’t afford to properly feed their children. Meanwhile, other Jews around the world are striving for their own financial success, whether it be to run a successful business, or to marry off their children with dignity. The question on nearly everyone’s mind is: What will be with the parnassah of klal yisroel?

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I’ll never forget the thrill of my first few years of marriage. I was learning Torah full time, and that infused our lives in every way. Our whole neighborhood was on the yeshiva schedule and when we were blessed with three gorgeous sons they all looked forward to the day they’d be able to be an avreich too. Once we got to our fourth kid, however, we ran into a problem: We couldn’t pay the bills.
In the beginning, my parents had been able to help, but now they were getting older, and marrying off my younger siblings. My stipend didn’t cover our rent, and though my wife worked, most of her energy went toward taking care of the kids.

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Baruch Hashem, when it comes to parnassah, I’ve had a lot of siyata d’shmaya. Since I started investing and building my own business a few years ago, my income has grown to be able to take care of my large family’s needs including tuition, camps, a mortgage, and even savings for their weddings one day. In today’s day and age, that is not a given.
When people ask me if I have any tips on how they can succeed, though, they’re often surprised by my answer: The piece of paper in my pocket. I’ll explain –