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How We Got Started: Shoshy Z. has not known a normal day since she was eleven years old. Mrs. Z. had just given birth to a beautiful baby and had returned home from the hospital. Without any warning, she then climbed up to the roof of the apartment building and jumped to her death. Shoshy's life would never be the same. The Z. family, once a warm loving and secure home was now bereft. Shoshy stoically stepped in and became mother to her ten siblings, including the three-day-old infant. She, at all of eleven years old, shopped, cooked, cleaned, and wiped away the tears of her brothers and sisters. She ran herself ragged trying to shoulder the burdens of one much older. Rabbi Z., a respected mechanech, tried to relieve his daughter of some of her duties, but he was often not home as he had to earn a living for his family. He saw how difficult it was for his young daughter to cope with raising the children and running the home, and decided that the situation had to change. A few years after his wife's tragic death, he remarried in the hope that a woman in the house would ease the pressure off his oldest daughter. Some people seem destined to sail through life; good fortune shines on them in whichever direction they turn. Others seem destined to suffer, over and over again - perhaps to remind us to be happy with our own good fortune, perhaps to give us an opportunity to do genuine chessed. When it seemed like the Z. family had begun to rebuild, tragedy struck again. Rabbi Z. was diagnosed with leukemia. Once again, the Z. family had to cope with a tremendous upheaval. Rabbi Z. was in and out of hospitals for treatments. He lost his job, as he was too weak to continue working. With no income coming in, and experimental medications being costly, the Z. family saw their funds dwindle. Miserable poverty was their latest test - and it could not have arrived at a worse time. Shoshy was eighteen and, as all eighteen year old girls, she still dreamed of the beautiful home she would build, the wonderful man she would marry, the day she would dress in white, aglow with happiness and hope. Should not every girl have such a dream? Especially Shoshy, after all she had been through, did she not deserve a chance at happiness? And yet, real life is not made of dreams. Real life is cruelly practical. Cast in the shadow of her mother's unusual death, Shoshy's prospects were dim. If that was not enough of a disadvantage, a sick father and a poverty stricken home rounded off the unfortunate picture. The Z.'s waited in vain for a suitable shidduch to be suggested but no one seemed to be interested in talented, capable, beautiful, Shoshy. But the Father of orphans neither slumbers nor sleeps. The Me'am Lo'ez explains that the double language indicates that when Klall Yisroel is in trouble, the Ribbono shel Olam doesn't sleep, and He does not let others sleep. And when Shoshy Z.'s situation became known, He didn't sleep, and neither did His servants. Kind, concerned, neighbors and friends could not rest. They were afire to find some idea, something to help this family. With all the strikes against her, finding a shidduch for Shoshy would be hard, but, if they could raise enough money to marry her off with a basic wedding, some clothing, a wig, and perhaps some furniture then perhaps it was not a too far-fetched dream. This is how Keren Kol Kallah (Voice of the Bride Foundation) came into being. Friends and neighbors, ordinary people like you and me, banded together to find a way to marry off this orphan who, thankfully, became a bride. Clearly, when we do our part, the Ribbono shel Olam helps as well. Shoshy Z. is now happily married, thanks to the resounding success of Keren Kol Kallah's first sheitel sale which raised over $10,000 to make Shoshy the beautiful kallah she always dreamed to be.

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How We Got Started:

Shoshy Z. has not known a normal day since she was eleven years old. Mrs. Z. had just given birth to a beautiful baby and had returned home from the hospital. Without any warning, she then climbed up to the roof of the apartment building and jumped to her death. Shoshy's life would never be the same.

The Z. family, once a warm loving and secure home was now bereft. Shoshy stoically stepped in and became mother to her ten siblings, including the three-day-old infant. She, at all of eleven years old, shopped, cooked, cleaned, and wiped away the tears of her brothers and sisters. She ran herself ragged trying to shoulder the burdens of one much older.

Rabbi Z., a respected mechanech, tried to relieve his daughter of some of her duties, but he was often not home as he had to earn a living for his family. He saw how difficult it was for his young daughter to cope with raising the children and running the home, and decided that the situation had to change. A few years after his wife's tragic death, he remarried in the hope that a woman in the house would ease the pressure off his oldest daughter.

Some people seem destined to sail through life; good fortune shines on them in whichever direction they turn. Others seem destined to suffer, over and over again - perhaps to remind us to be happy with our own good fortune, perhaps to give us an opportunity to do genuine chessed. When it seemed like the Z. family had begun to rebuild, tragedy struck again. Rabbi Z. was diagnosed with leukemia.

Once again, the Z. family had to cope with a tremendous upheaval. Rabbi Z. was in and out of hospitals for treatments. He lost his job, as he was too weak to continue working. With no income coming in, and experimental medications being costly, the Z. family saw their funds dwindle. Miserable poverty was their latest test - and it could not have arrived at a worse time.

Shoshy was eighteen and, as all eighteen year old girls, she still dreamed of the beautiful home she would build, the wonderful man she would marry, the day she would dress in white, aglow with happiness and hope. Should not every girl have such a dream? Especially Shoshy, after all she had been through, did she not deserve a chance at happiness?

And yet, real life is not made of dreams. Real life is cruelly practical. Cast in the shadow of her mother's unusual death, Shoshy's prospects were dim. If that was not enough of a disadvantage, a sick father and a poverty stricken home rounded off the unfortunate picture. The Z.'s waited in vain for a suitable shidduch to be suggested but no one seemed to be interested in talented, capable, beautiful, Shoshy.

But the Father of orphans neither slumbers nor sleeps. The Me'am Lo'ez explains that the double language indicates that when Klall Yisroel is in trouble, the Ribbono shel Olam doesn't sleep, and He does not let others sleep. And when Shoshy Z.'s situation became known, He didn't sleep, and neither did His servants. Kind, concerned, neighbors and friends could not rest. They were afire to find some idea, something to help this family. With all the strikes against her, finding a shidduch for Shoshy would be hard, but, if they could raise enough money to marry her off with a basic wedding, some clothing, a wig, and perhaps some furniture then perhaps it was not a too far-fetched dream.

This is how Keren Kol Kallah (Voice of the Bride Foundation) came into being. Friends and neighbors, ordinary people like you and me, banded together to find a way to marry off this orphan who, thankfully, became a bride. Clearly, when we do our part, the Ribbono shel Olam helps as well.

Shoshy Z. is now happily married, thanks to the resounding success of Keren Kol Kallah's first sheitel sale which raised over $10,000 to make Shoshy the beautiful kallah she always dreamed to be.