I t was days after Hurricane Harvey poured out its wrath on Houston.
One of our local kosher establishments along with other organizations was collecting food staples and other essentials to be transported via large trucks to Houston.
On the very day that volunteers were packing the truck I received a call from Mrs. Esther Trieburg (name changed). She asked if she could come see me about a very important matter.
When Mrs. Trieburg arrived she was clearly upset and before she could even manage to say a complete sentence her tears overwhelmed her. As she began to speak her words came out in a torrent of emotions and palpable pain.
