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Chonny and Baruch were walking down their block with a similarly unsettled feeling in their stomachs. Their mothers were both very interested in their doing chesed by visiting an old man on the block who lived alone. They were off to do that now.
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
Chonny glanced at Baruch, who looked back at him, and said reassuringly, “We only have to stay at Mr. Handel’s house for a few minutes.” “After a few minutes we can leave,” Chonny added. “Time will fly by,” Chonny reassured them both with a confidence he didn’t feel. It wasn’t that he didn’t like doing chesed, or that he didn’t likeMr.Handel. It was just that he had no idea what to say to him.Mr.Handel was very old, veered from one topic to the next without warning, and sometimes seemed not to make much sense so a person just had to nod and smile, hoping that was the right response. “We’ll shmooze with him,”Baruch said. “Right. About what?” “We’ll think of something.”To read the rest of this story, please buy this issue of Mishpacha or sign up for a weekly subscription
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