“It just breaks me when someone’s kind ” she says. “Not regular run-of-the-mill mannered kindness but when they go just a little over the top or a lot over the top. If someone’s mean to me I don’t cry but the minute they’re kind that gets me.” She repeats the same idea twice.
“The other day I had to make a call for a babysitter. Everything and everyone was a dead end. But not just a dead end a cold dead end.
“Then I dialed another number and a woman answered. I started in about how much I need a babysitter for 8 tonight and she says ‘No I’m sorry I don’t think I can babysit ’ but she also admits she’s not the person I’m looking for. I ask ‘Is this the Snyders?’ And she says ‘No.’ But then she goes on about how much she wishes she could help me and wishes me a lot of luck finding what I need. And the way she says it with such warmth after all the cold I break down crying. From such a little thing like that.”
A pause.
“Did I tell you about that man the one who takes all the ladies from the families he supports with food packages to all the graves of tzaddikim in Tiveria and the North?”
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