I was visiting a relative today in a large apartment building. A man I had never met before was walking out of the elevator, and when he saw my group coming down the hall, he stood there holding the door open for us until we got there.
Thank you very much to the kind librarian! When she found me totally perplexed as to how I’d gotten a fine and why, she waived it for me, with only a gentle warning not to do it again. Its nice to see people who are willing to admit that mistakes, whether on my part or the library computer’s, can happen.
Also thank you to the girl who, upon hearing I needed a plastic bag for something, promptly directed me to go to her locker, tip out the plastic bag she had in there, and take it. It was a huge help, and her willingness to offer well beyond what’s expected was very inspiring.
I was at the park this Shabbat with my little sister. There was another sweet little girl there of about seven years old. She started talking with us, and after a few questions, then asked, “Are you religious?”
“Yes.” I answered. “Why?”
“You look like it.”
It should be mentioned that I was wearing pale lilac sneakers and a subdued floral baseball cap. (It was a park, and quite sunny out, requiring both.) I was also wearing a tunic and ankle-length black skirt in contrast to a more typical short one.* My glasses were neither notably stylish or distinctly plain.
To her, the dress of a religious girl is exactly as it should be– a long skirt, a long sleeves, and a high neckline. Since most of the other girls in the park were goyim in tank tops, she saw me as being dressed exactly as I should, with no need to contrast me to anything. It was really refreshing.
And who knows? Maybe somehow, deep down, she recognised and acknowledged the effort that it had taken me to get to this point. With G-d’s creations, you never know.
*This was said with a disclaimer. If your minhag or community standard is to wear skirts that are totally tznius but not conspicuously long, then kol hakavod. That is tznius for you because it davka doesn’t draw attention and you should got for it.
In my community, most non-Jewish stores sell three types of skirts– really short, really tight, and really long. Far from being attention-getting, they really are the most modest option.
I had a day off a couple of days ago, and my mother decided to take me shopping. On our way out the store, she turns to me and asks for the time. Considering that I had left without a watch, phone, etc. (and possibly without a brain) I could only shrug.
A total stranger leaning against one of the checkout counters pulled out his phone and told us that it was 3:00. Very unexpected and most appreciated!