He knew when I was sick with cancer, and always seemed concerned about how I felt. “How you feel? Good? Your family? Good? Everything good?”
SENSE OF PURPOSE I once asked Alex why he didn’t get a regular job. He looked at me then at the van — “But I drive these people….” That was his purpose as he saw it
H e didn’t come on Friday. He will never come again. I am surprised at the sense of loss I feel for someone I hardly knew.
Alex was a meshulach. Every Friday he would drive his van of poor people around Fair Lawn to collect tzedakah contributions. He always had a smile on his face he always apologized if he felt he was interrupting me he always understood if I was in the middle of davening and he had to come back later.
He accepted what I gave him with graciousness. When I gave I always took care to look not at the money but at his face because I wanted him to feel my joy in doing it to not feel demeaned by taking.
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