It was a small gesture,Yet it took root, sprouted, flourished,And became a towering tree. 20 readers share acts of giving
“Everything? They stole everything?”
My husband’s voice shook as he answered. “Everything. Right down to the last drill bit.”
The previous evening my husband had, as always, left his carpentry tools on the job site in Rosh Pina when he went home to Tzfat. This morning, he returned to find the toolshed lock forced and everything gone. He reported the theft at the local police station, and then, for want of anything better to do, had come home again.
It was a disaster for us, and not only because he couldn’t continue work on that particular job. Professional carpentry tools are expensive, and it had taken my husband years to acquire his set. With no tools, he had no way of earning a living. But without him working, there was no way we could afford to replace the tools.
As we sat staring at each other, wondering what to do next, the phone began to ring… and ring… and ring….
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