A s I returned from the hospital after visiting a young girl I reflected on the chesed taking place there.
A group of single women had organized themselves to take the night shifts at the girl’s bedside so her exhausted parents could get much-needed rest and give their other children some attention.
Upon returning home I sat down and penned a note to the group organizer to express my feelings of gratitude on behalf of myself and the entire kehillah. I placed a stamp on the envelope and dropped it in the mailbox.
I forgot all about it until Miriam Stalenger (name changed) called me. Miriam one of the women in the group told me she’d read my letter and wanted to discuss it further.
