Okay so here it is. I really don’t know much about writing so guys don’t expect anything insane. One of the top guys from Hey You Baby! is a really good friend of mine and knows my whole story. He came and approached me with a request. He just opened a blog for his website and wanted me to write the whole story of me and my wife. I did admit to him that it was an interesting story, and after much convincing I decided to take him up on his request.

Now I’m sitting here getting ready to write, but I realize I have no idea how to write. English was my worst subject! (Besides for the fact that I was born in Iran.) So what I’m going to do is try to start off with an introduction about myself and see where that leads.

Hi, I’m Igal. I was born on Sept. 01, 1986. (Even though I don’t really know my real birthday) I’m 21 years old, have a beautiful loving wife, and G-d willing a little baby on the way! I came from Iran when I was about 3 years old. Went to school, had a decent childhood, and I’m having a great adulthood.

When I was 15, even though I didn’t know it yet, I met my wife. We used to go to this Jewish group called NCSY where I used to play basketball every week while she would be on the sidelines chatting with her friends. I would see her week after week but I was too shy to go over and speak to her. At 16 I stopped going to the group altogether. I had a full time job managing a pizza store, and going into early admissions into college.

When I was 17 I was having the time of my life. I was going to Essex County College for an accounting major, had a full time job at IDT Corp. making good money, and spent the weekend blowing the money just chilling with my friends.

On May 24, 2004 I got a call from Dina, my good friends sister, that Adi my good friend passed away from cancer. He was 18. I was shocked, depressed, upset, sad, and disrupted, all at once. He was diagnosed once already at 16, and he overcame it. But it came back with such force that nothing could be done. He was one of those people that you always saw smiling. Even if he was in the most intense pain in the world, he was always smiling so the person watching him should not get sad and upset about how he is.

We went to the funeral. It was jam packed. I remember that day like it was yesterday. There was no room in the synagogue to even stand. The crowds in the street were amazing. It was thundering and lightning on that day. He got buried in New Jersey. There must have been at least 300 cars making the hour and half trip from Brooklyn to the cemetery. We came home sad and depressed.