How’s this for a writing prompt? Imagine being stuck on a desert island with your grandmother.
My full write-up of the event is much longer, but there was a recurring conversation that bears some relevance to our topic here:
Granny: So, nu. Now that you don’t have anything to distract you, can you maybe get married? As a favor for me?
Me: Savta, we’re on a desert island. There’s nobody here to marry!
Granny: And you know that because you’ve checked under every rock and tree? You never know from where comes the yeshua.
Me: It’s a Far Side-style desert island. There’s only one tree, and we’re under it.
Granny: So, nu, Hashem should send a nice shipwrecked boy to help us out–
Me: –I’d prefer one with a working ship, if it’s okay with you–
Granny: –you can never tell when the yeshua will come. My friend’s cousin’s brother-in-law in Lakewood had a sister, she was single until she was 29 lo aleinu, and she met a nice nurse in the ER that she married. Boruch Hashem for that car crash!
Me: [sigh] Yes, I’m sure this massive shipwreck and loss of life was all so that I can meet up with a well-tanned bashert.
Granny: You never know why things happen. I’m telling you, you never know. Boruch Hashem.
Bad for Shidduchim 