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Although there was no back-breaking physical labor in my Mitzrayim, the Pharaoh there was emotionally abusive. I was a slave to his whims, his routine, his schedule and his mishagas.
This is what it was like.
Finally--after 13 years--I gathered up my courage and, like Nachshon ben Amminadabh, I took a few steps out into the water.
It was cool and clear and refreshing.
As the Israelites crossed the sea to freedom, so too did I cross the country to a new life of freedom and joy. And, like Miriam and the women, I've been dancing ever since.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima, this post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Nisan leading up to Passover 5773.