You’re running late for an interview. You’ve navigated traffic, finally found a parking spot and now you’re sprinting into the building. You cry out, “Hold the elevator!” A kind soul holds open the door and promptly asks “up or down?” And just for a second, a sneaky-see-the-bigger-vision-you-have-a-dream second, you say “going up, please.” Because, forContinue reading “Hold The Elevator! Vayeitzei”
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