“Should I continue helping this older woman who is all alone?” my friend asks me. “She needs to move and won’t let me help her move because she doesn’t want anyone to know where she is because she thinks everyone is against her. She won’t let me cook for her because she thinks everyone is trying to poison her. And she won’t let me clean with soap because she’s afraid of what chemicals are inside the soap. But still she trusts only me.”
I want to tell my friend “You’re having enough trouble trying not to fall apart yourself right now.” But I don’t. I say I’ll ask my husband that he’s better at these things than I am.
“It’s not worth her giving up such a big mitzvah” my husband says “but she should help for just an hour and a half. She can’t possibly take on moving her.”
So as I’m davening this morning I’m thinking how 90 minutes are just a drop in a big bucket for this older woman who needs everything. But on the other hand this help could be like a small snap so little but holding together an entire outfit making it wearable. And in this case it could help this woman be the small touch that lets her know someone in the world cares.
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