By the Grace of G-d
Dear Friend,
She was right.
That’s the way it’s been pretty much from the beginning.
Ever since Avraham and Sarah had differing views and G-d sided with Sarah. Hashem said to Avraham ‘everything that your wife Sarah tell you, listen to her voice’.
This weeks Parsha too calls our attention to the heroic mother and sister of Moshe. Yocheved who was a midwife, resisted Pharaohs demand that she kill Jewish boys at birth. She did the exact opposite. Not just did she help them at birth, she also provided them with sustenance to keep them alive.
No wonder that Moshe and Aharon her sons were handpicked by Hashem for the epic mission of taking the Jews out of Egypt. (Click here for ‘moments of wisdom’ on that topic).
This time too. She was right. In this instance I am referring to my wife.
How do I know she is right?
Listen to the below story and you be the judge.
Last week I shared the ‘disaster of sorts’ of a honeymooning couple who arrived in Thailand only to have the husband test positive to Covid.
The doctors allowed the young wife to fly back home to the USA as she had tested negative. Jack the husband was admitted to the hospital for ten days including last Shabbat.
I spoke to Jack on Friday and asked him what he needed for Shabbat. He gave me a short list and I sent it.
My wife was convinced that Jack hadn’t really stocked up sufficiently for Shabbat.
Nechama sent a bag with more food just to be sure, and additional reading material.
After Shabbat, Jack left me the following message.
I fell asleep a couple of hours before Shabbat and when I woke up it was 8:00 pm already. As it was already Shabbat I started praying the Kabbalat Shabbat prayers and then I was sitting at the table that I had set up with my food and I started to say the ‘Shalom Alechem’ prayer to welcome the angels.
I started to cry because usually I say the kiddush with my wife, with my family, with my in laws and this is the first time that I have ever said it all alone. With no one here. Then I thought to myself, you know I'm welcoming in all the ‘malachim’ (angels) so I’m not alone…
A thought went through my mind, I have food enough for myself, but I don’t have enough for the angels.
With angels in mind, I further thought to myself, I should really go to open the door for the angels.
I opened the door and I see a huge bag of food outside my door. Enough for the angels as well. Also, Jewish books to read. I guess the hospital brought it and I was sleeping or something.
I got such a special feeling. I realized that I'm not alone. Everyone's with me.
Rabbi the package was from you.
Thank you.
It brought me a lot of happiness and it helped me get through the whole Shabbat.
Every time I felt lonely, I just kept thinking of that bag of food showing up at the door. I can’t describe to you how much it helped.
And thank you so much for the books really, I loved them I finished both books.
Nu?
Do you see why I take this a sign from Heaven to remind me to listen to my wife? 😊
Especially when it comes to Tzedaka, women have the upper hand as they are often in the position to dispense actual food, not just funds to buy food.
You may find this Talmudic story of interest.
Mar Ukva, the reish galuta (“exilarch”), used to slip four coins under the door of a neighborhood pauper on his way to the study hall. One day, the pauper decided to find out who was doing this kind act.
That day Mar Ukva’s wife accompanied him to the study hall, and on the way they stopped by the pauper’s door. As soon as the pauper saw that people were approaching his door to slip the coins underneath, he ran out after them, and Mar Ukva and his wife ran away from him to keep their identity a secret.
They hid in a baker’s oven, which was still hot from the day’s baking. Standing in the huge oven, Mar Ukva felt his feet begin to burn, but his wife’s feet were unaffected. “Place your feet on mine,” said his wife.
Mar Ukva felt dejected; he saw that he was less worthy than his wife. Seeking to put him at ease, his wife said to him comfortingly, “I am generally present in the house, where I’m more accessible to the paupers. Also, the paupers’ benefit is immediate, because I give them prepared foods.”
In my mind there are two highlights to the story of Jack and Shabbat in quarantine hospital in Bangkok.
The first is, that my wife, a special kindhearted person, insisted on implementing her policy of ‘when in doubt send extra food’.
This is something we should all adopt. If you are not sure if someone is hungry, err on the side of caution. Too often, people go hungry because the are too self-conscious to admit that they need food.
There is a saying in Yiddish. א קראנקן פרעגט מען, א געזונטן גיט מען
A loose translation: ‘Enquire of someone ill if he is allowed to eat. Feed the healthy without asking them.’
Next time you ask someone who visits your home, or with whom you are having a meeting, ‘would you like to eat or drink something’, don’t accept their answer. Just serve a glass of water. And if you suspect someone could use some nourishment don’t overthink it, just serve some food.
On a personal note, I implore you.
If you know someone who could benefit from our pre-Shabbat food packages please let me know.
Or if you know of someone who needs help with food, please let me know discreetly.
(If its outside of Thailand I will try to direct you to someone who can help at that locale).
The second message I derived from the story is the importance of acting positive and hopeful.
Jack tried to make the best out of a lonely situation. He didn’t just think about being happy, he started to say happy things, by singing the Shabbat welcoming song. But then he went even further and performed an action that expressed his positivity in a practical way. He opened the door…
The act of opening the door was the catalyst to Jack’s happiness.
If he wouldn’t have opened the door, there wouldn’t be a story. Just a bag of spoiled food.
If Yocheved and Amram wouldn’t have remarried in defiance of Pharaoh’s orders, we wouldn’t have a Moshe Rabeinu.
Who knows what may change in your life if you take the next step forward.
Sometimes the solution and redemption from sorrows and troubles, boil down to one action. An action that is doable. It may now look like it will be the solution, but it may be the catalyst for solving your problem.
Every mitzvah good deed. Every good word. Even every good thought. They are not insignificantly lost in the vastness of the universe. They achieve something.
Positively!
Let us add one more good thought, speech and more importantly ACTION and may that one addition be the ‘tipping point’ of the perfectly balanced scales of the world.
Shabbat Shalom
Rabbi Yosef Kantor