PetALS and Thorns

One Woman's Experiences with ALSI entered a taxi one day, on my way to an urgent meeting. Please Hashem, I davened, let the meeting go well. Let me not fall or choke. Hashem, You are the Ultimate Goodness. I'm scared. Hold my hand please and let these incidents pass. The taxi drew to a halt, I paid the driver, and... I can't get out!!! What's this? Help me! What is wrong with me?  My feet don't move. It's as if a mammoth pump has sucked the energy out of my legs so that they are left lying, completely lifeless, on the taxi seat.  Hashem, what is going on with me? What is going to happen to me next?  Geveret! The driver is losing his patience.  I flush, my redness stemming from embarrassment,  and even more so from fear and dread.  Geveret!!! Driver, I cannot get out... Thus begins the spine-tingling story of the active and vibrant Mrs. Esther Klein, educational supervisor of the Bais Yaakov preschools in Jerusalem, and an esteemed lecturer and pedagogic center director.  Whe