Josh sips his beer slowly, then thoughtfully says, “You better think it over, Ron. Women like that are hard to find.”
On a more serious note, how about easing up on the criticisms of one another long enough to imagine the sad state of that widow you are acquainted with — the one who would probably give anything to see her man’s dusty footprints adorning the entranceway of their home once again.
I just finished reading the sad personal account of Vivian who lost everything in the hurricane and found the people in her community to be very uncaring (see Chronicles Feb. 1). My husband and I live in East Brunswick, New Jersey. We are not surrounded by water, but an eighty-foot oak tree crashed into the top part of our house and rendered it uninhabitable. It missed me by two minutes, and I am Baruch Hashem grateful neither of us was hurt.
We moved to a residence hotel about ten miles away, where all we have are industrial parks. There is not even a shul in the area. However, as opposed to what Vivian experienced, I can hardly begin to describe the outpouring of invitations we’ve received — either to move into people’s homes, to come for Shabbos or for meals… for anything and everything imaginable. As a matter of fact, we have been booked for Shabbosim since November 4th, the very first Shabbos after the hurricane, until Pesach and beyond, if need be.
Words cannot describe the hakorat hatov that we feel toward our wonderful Rabbi Jay Bernstein and this amazing community. It is so special in the sense that on a regular basis people are involved in their day to day activities, but when something happens to someone in this community, it is a coming together of people to help, such as I have never seen. We are truly blessed to live in East Brunswick, a very special neighborhood.
Thanks for sharing and spreading the good word about our great communities and the wonderful people at their helm!