According to Jewish tradition, forty days before a male baby is born, a heavenly voice shouts out whom
he will marry. If so, the name Sarah was yelled for Albert sometime in 1917. Their union was long, loving, and resilient.
They met through a job interview in Brighton Beach. He was a principal; she was seeking an English teacher’s job and they disagreed on several issues and she left thinking, “There goes that job;” but he
hired her and admired her.
And eventually, months later, he asked her into his office.
“Are you seeing anyone romantically?” he inquired.
“No, I’m not,” she replied.
“Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.”
She hid her amusement.
“Anything else?” she said.
“No,” he answered.
“Okay.” And she left the office.
An Excerpt from Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom.