Dear Matzav.com Editor,
On a recent Motzoei Shabbos, after turning off the ignition in my car, it refused to start up again. It was snowing outside, my infant daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I was stuck in the middle of Monsey, in unfamiliar surroundings for me, a resident of Lakewood, N.J.
I called my friend in Brooklyn and he gave me the number for Chaveirim of Boro Park. I called Chaveirim of Boro Park and they gave me the number for Chaveirim of Monsey. I explained my “matzav” to the kind women on the phone. Within a few minutes, a friendly chassidishe yungerman pulled up in his minivan. His young children were in the back seat, accompanying their father on the chesed mission. Within a short while, he boosted my car and I was on my way. With a kind word and a bit of advice for me on how to care for the car, the gentleman was on his way back home, in the inclement weather, having done a tremendous chesed for another Yid.
I am a yungerman in Lakewood, N.J. and he is a chassidishe yungerman from Monsey, N.Y. Somehow, however, at that moment, we were both bound by a tremendous feeling of chavivus. We both felt that we were brothers, the sons of the same Father up above.
It is moments like this, dear Matzav.com readers, that gives one a fresh appreciation for the wonderful side of humanity.
A Proud Yid