Belzer Ambition

My family knew how much I wanted to meet the Belzer Rebbitzen. My friends knew, my coworkers, even my boss; a Belzer Chasid tried to finagle some sort of meet (think me on the corner with binoculars ready to run in the interim as the Rebbitzen transcends from steps to the car). Chashuv like that.

In Israel, it is more accessible to meet with the Rebbitzen. But throughout my seminary year I had no such luck- then when I returned to Israel for a post sem girl “journey” it wasn’t in my favor then either. For some reason it was in my leiben, I had a real cheishik to meet this auspicious figure. Perhaps it was because of all the PR covering the Belzer dynasty- the Rebbitzen is a powerhouse, known for her realness as well as her wit.

I knew the Rebbitzen was in town for this week; staying a mere few blocks away from where I work. In the same vein, I understood that one doesn’t get a meeting without a hefty dose of Protektzia. This is where my father comes in. As I’m out with friends on a random Monday night, my father called me to let me know that I would be meeting with the Rebbitzen tonight. Mind you it was 10 pm at this point. “Ta is this forreallll?” I was on a phone-watch standstill for the next 45 minutes.

At 10:45, my mother and I were Uber bound; you see the hashgacha when something is meant to be it moves very quickly.

When we arrived at the designated location we were greeted so warmly; “sit down” “machh a bruchah” “here’s paper and pen to write your kvittel” the women were so warm, quick to schmooze and play Jewish geography. “So how did you get in” one inquired? I told her about my father’s close friend...” what about you?” I boomeranged. “Oh, we’re Mishpacha with the Rebbitzen, “my einekels chavrusas mother was a close friend of the Rebbitzen’s mother.” Aha.

I noticed as each person went in the other woman vintched her “Poel Alles Git” “Ask for all the good” I liked this. It encompasses everything already. Just as a testament to the class of these women, because our appointment was so last minute we were designated to be seen last; I thought it was so special how the women who were waiting more than an hour insisted that we are seen first because we still “had a long trip back.” Such middos is evidence to an exemplary dynasty.

“Poel Alles Git” “Ask for all the good”

I’m not going to divulge on the experience of actually meeting with the Rebbitzen; though I will say the reputation of powerhouse does adequately precede the Rebbitzen. Initially, the Gabbai (yes the Rebbitzen has Gabbaim) asked who we were where and what our background is for him to give some synopsis to the Rebbitzen- in hindsight, this was so unnecessary, she is one of those women that know; women to women, hearts connect.

As we were leaving and I was already calling back an Uber home- the remaining women wished us “Poel Alles Git,” “Poel Alles Git” I retorted; because it already was.