Hashem’s Helping Hand Halts Harm on a Honduran Highway.
Spring break 1985, and I found myself visiting the Fiszman family in San Pedro Sula, near the northern coast of Honduras, in Central America. I had tried to vacation at my parents’ 2nd home in Boca Raton, but it wasn’t available. I had even tried at my Grandfather’s home in Boynton Beach, but that didn’t…