It may have been a seemingly small act of kindness, but it took root and grew tall: 17 readers share stories of giving the pick-me-up
Pesach fell out that year on a Sunday night. Which meant — I realized with a jolt late Friday afternoon, about an hour before candlelighting — that I had to pick up the clothing from the dry cleaners right now, because they wouldn’t be open on Sunday!
I left the chaos behind me and drove the five blocks to the cleaners. I was greeted by a looong line of frum people — almost exclusively men — who’d apparently had the same epiphany as me.
What choice did I have? I got in line.
But the kindly, bearded man in front of me (whom I vaguely recognized as Rabbi Shmuel Mayer, dean of Bais Kaila High School of Lakewood) wasn’t having it.
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