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Thursday, April 02, 2009

G-d's Plan, B'Mikreh

Nothing's truly B'Mikreh, by chance. Those strange little coincidences are signs of how G-d is in control, frequently with a sense of humor.

Yesterday was another example...


A couple of weeks ago, a friend visiting from abroad, entrusted me with a "task." He wanted me to donate diabetic blood-testing equipment to a needy Israeli. How, who, what were all up to me.

Another friend suggested I call someone else, but that person said he didn't need it. So I contacted another friend who works in our Kupat Cholim, Sick Fund clinic. She said that she'd ask around, but after a few days I hadn't heard from her and I needed to get the stuff out of the house. I called our clinic to hoping to hear that they'd take it. My friend answered and put on a nurse who was subbing. This nurse had never worked in our clinic before. As soon as she heard the story, she said:

"I know just the person."

So I quickly packed them off in a backpack and wrote out a letter explaining who the donor is and including his email, which I got from clicking reply to one of the emails he had just sent to us, which I hadn't read. After I printed it, I took a look at the email. It was one of those "feel good" stories which get emailed all the time. Some are true, and some are just "take out your handkerchief" teary. It's not worth trying to check out the veracity of it, but it certainly suits the day.

Yes, it's a "chessed," a generous giving to others, story. Have a good read:

RED MARBLES

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry , how are you today?'

' H'lo , Mr. Miller Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry . How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr.. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller ..

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost..'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'.. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller .'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store..'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr.. Miller had died.


They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts..all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller , standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller . I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath....

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way to work...The fastest line at the grocery store...A good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did....

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED

Now back to my Passover cleaning.

4 comments:

  1. I just found this blog. It looks so inspirational and so lovely.

    I must make it a point to stop by again.

    Thank you.

    Melissa

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  2. I agree. Nothing occurs by chance and that was very sweet of you to make the donation. Beautiful post:)


    BTW: Do you have anyone to help you clean? You've been cleaning for so long. Don't get so tired you can't sit back and relax on Pesach.

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  3. keli, I was just the "shaliach," the messenger. Considering our financial situation of late, I hope it'll give me some "credit."

    Thanks for asking. My youngest son came by for a day to do his room and a few other things. I clean slowly, and in small "bite size" jobs. B"H, I've made progress. Next week's the "living" part of the house, kitchen, diningroom and living room.

    Shabbat Shalom

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