
Lessons I Learned from Behind Bars
It felt (smelled) like the entire kitchen came out to hug me! But it turned out to be the Mashgiach of the place who after many hours of working in the kitchen carried a blend of aromas on his person. Grilled meat, onions, spices, you get the point. What really made the moment so enjoyable was the fact that one of the last times I’ve seen this guy was him in an orange jumpsuit, in a county jail.