In Yiddish, there is a word for it: bashert—the person you are fated to meet. Twentysomething Benji Steiner views the concept with skepticism. But the elderly rabbi who stumbles into Benji’s office one day has no such doubts. Jacob Zuckerman’s late wife, Sophie, was his bashert. And now that she’s gone, Rabbi Zuckerman grapples with overwhelming grief and loneliness.

Touched by the rabbi’s plight, Benji becomes his helper—driving him home after work, sitting in his living room listening to stories. Their friendship baffles everyone, especially Benji’s sharp-tongued, modestly observant mother. But Benji is rediscovering something he didn’t know he’d lost. Yet the test of friendship, and of both men’s faith, lies in the difficult truths they come to share. With each revelation, Benji learns what it means not just to be Jewish, but to be fully human—imperfect, striving, and searching for the pieces of ourselves that come only through another’s acceptance.