Dovid’s prayers

My school has a program where, at lunch break once a week, those who are interested crowd into one of the classrooms. The purpose is not to break the world record for the game sardines- I don’t think there are enough of us for it- but to say Tehillim. The goal is to say the entire Tehillim once over.

I say crowd not only because the room is fairly small, but also because there are more of us than usual. At the beginning, it was a struggle to get enough people to do all about 50 cards. Attendance has fluctuated since, but we have, at some points, done the entire Tehillim twice.

Today, when a few others and I got in a minute or so late- rather than the five it often takes to start- there were no cards left! The entire room was free of chatter, texting, side conversations- just the soft murmur of Dovid’s Prayers.

Cookies and Snowflakes- additional thanks

There is a huge thank you that I almost forgot- and really shouldn’t have. Here, you can read the first part and then I’ll explain.

I mentioned that I wasn’t even meant to be on that bus, but would instead have to take a later one. But the reason why? I needed to meet with someone after school for something important, but not particularly lengthy. The actual meeting itself would have only taken five minutes, but all the peripheral stuff would have set me back at least 15 min. And once you add the length of the other bus ride vs. the shorter one, it would have taken forever.

So a asked for an exception and we met at lunch. Two minutes and we were both done. She would have been well within her rights to insist that I wait ’till later like everyone else. But she didn’t. Isn’t that great?!

Cookies and snowflakes

Today, I was on a bus home for three hours. Usually, the ride can take anywhere from 35 minutes to most of a hour, but today with the first snowfall- most definitely not usual.

A lot of things stood out- the fact that the bus was almost empty, making the situation a little more tolerable. The sudden scare, where someone mentioned that there had been another attack- chas v’shalom- in Israel. (I am almost positive that, Baruch Hashem, it was a false alarm.) The fact that I was even on the bus in the first place, when I was meant to be on a later one, that would not have return home until even later. The wonderful entertaining friends who kept me company.

But I think the best thing was when I got home. My brother (my baby brother, all of twenty months younger than me,) had brought everyone home cookies from school.

I almost hugged him. Granted, it was an oatmeal raisin cookie- the crumbly kind where you can’t easily pick out the raisins. But it’s the thought that counts, and in this case, it counted three hours worth.

Read part 2 here!

Thank you- no, thank YOU

I e-mailed someone- an artist who put his work up for public use- to let them know that I had used their creation, and really enjoyed it. I tried to be as positive and cheerful as I could without writing something sounding like hero warship. Convinced I had something that was polite but still enthusiastic, I sent it off.

A day or two later, I got my reply. Polite and gracious, of course, but also very very cheerful. It really did sound as though my few kind words had made this person’s day.

And hearing that another person so appreciated what I had to say (even though most of it was one long compliment, so I should hope it was appreciated!) had me float on air the entire day.

It drove home again the lesson about giving to others. A bit of a sobering thought, but it’s true: Ultimately, at the end of our lives, the only things that we still can call our own are what we’ve given to the world.

Possessions- handed down or thrown away. One’s house, car, money- the best one can hope is that it’s given to family, or to a good cause.

Talent- what good is latent talent if it’s never used? Everything that you’ve been able to do and haven’t- what value does it now have?

Achievements- did you spend your life chasing good deeds? Or recognition?

But the kindness that a person does is passed forward forever. A ripple effect that never fades.

Lil Sis

It’s been a slow few days. I keep having to remind myself that I’m only posting good things here. So I’m posting a tribute to my kid sister, with much love.

I yell at you way to often. Granted, you’re happy to yell back/start the fight.

But I also need to say thank you. Thank you for letting me get out of the house this morning without a rendition of your newest song.

Thank you for running messages for me. Thanks for not kicking me at supper anymore. Thanks for when you are helpful. Thanks for cooperating when I babysit. Thanks for giving up your toys to the baby, for offering to ‘help’ with chores, for ensuring with your immense voice that I never miss out on what’s going on.

Regardless of when you don’t– thank you for when you  do!