ב״ה Sometimes, the most precious thing your kindness gives a family isn't something that comes in a food parcel. The library book was due back on Friday. They were still on page nine. Every evening, a little girl would leave it on the kitchen table, hoping that tonight might be the night Mum had time to finish the story with her. It was a book about an adventure. She had chosen it herself from the school library, and she was desperate to find out what happened next. But Mum w

Sometimes, your kindness reaches further than you could ever imagine. For the first time in almost a year, he took a second plate out of the cupboard. He stood holding it for a moment. Then he placed it on the Shabbos table, opposite his own. It was such a small thing. But for him, it meant more than anyone could have imagined. You see, there had been a time when his Friday nights were rarely spent alone. He loved having guests for Shabbos. Nothing elaborate — some homemade s

Sometimes the smallest act of kindness can mean more than we will ever know. This week's story offers a glimpse of where that kindness can lead. It was a Thursday in Cheshvan. The Yom Tov guests had gone home, the sukkah was back in the shed, and the house had that quiet feeling of a long winter beginning. My wife made the call. I couldn't. For eleven years, I ran a small wholesale business. Good years. I had staff, a van with my name on the side, and a seat in shul I paid