Dear Matzav.com Editor,
I was shopping at the ShopRite store in Lakewood, NJ, last week, when I experienced what was a tremendous kiddush Hashem. I had completed my shopping and was wheeling my overfilled shopping cart to my car, when two bags fell out and onto the floor. I am not strong person and had to keep an eye on my two little children as I tried to gather my groceries. Apples were rolling all over the place as I hung on to my wagon to make sure nothing else fell out. I quickly picked up a few larger items that had fallen out. I could not possibly hold onto my kids, and the wagon, and pick up everything that had fallen out. I was out of breath and felt like I was collapsing.
Suddenly, before I blinked, two yeshiva bochurim who had been walking by stopped and began picking up the produce that had fallen. I thanked them profusely, but they weren’t done. They had seen me struggling to push the heavy wagon while keeping my kids nearby. They insisted on pushing my cart to my car, which they did. One of the bochurim picked up my 2-year-old and carried him to the car. When I opened my trunk to put my groceries inside, the bochurim insisted on doing it themselves. They unpacked my wagon and, before I knew it, I was on my way. I offered them a few dollars in appreciation, but they would hear none of it. “It’s our pleasure,” they said smiling, wishing me a good day and waving goodbye to my kids.
People love to talk about “chillul Hashems.” They love focusing on the negative.
Here was a kiddush Hashem that made me proud of our community. Mi ke’amcha Yisroel.
A Proud Eim B’Yisroel