After the divorce, Richard’s world became very quiet. His three children lived with their mother, and he clung to the precious rhythm of seeing them a couple of times during the week and every second weekend—especially Shabbos. Those days weren’t just visits; they were his anchor, the moments that reminded him who he was beyond the long hours and the empty flat. Richard worked full-time, often leaving early and coming home late, doing everything he could to make ends meet. Bu

We were never a family with extras.But we were a family who managed. My husband and I both worked full time. Every pound was carefully accounted for, every shop planned, every bill paid with quiet determination. We lived hand to mouth, yes — but thank G-d, we made it through each month. Just about. Our children never felt it. That was important to us. They wore hand-me-downs, but they were clean and warm. Most of our meals were homemade, stretched as far as they could go. The

Dear Friends at L’Chaim Foodbank, I read Yehoshua’s story with deep emotion and interest. His journey — from fear and darkness to clarity and salvation — resonated with me so strongly that I felt compelled to reach out and share our own story, one that is so profoundly connected to the holy work you do. My wife and I spent many years living in the quiet pain that so many couples know too well — infertility. At first, there is hope: the “maybes” and “ifs.” Then come the doctor

Yehoshua was living an ordinary, honest life when everything suddenly collapsed. Without warning, he found himself facing serious legal charges—charges so severe that they threatened not only his freedom, but the stability of his entire family. The allegations stunned him. As the details emerged, it became clear that a former business partner had acted in Yehoshua’s name, making decisions and commitments without his knowledge or consent. Yet on paper, everything pointed to Ye