W hen I signed up as a volunteer at Zichron Ruchama Gittel, I asked the organizer to write down that I can only prepare meals. I cannot visit patients in the hospital. I enjoy cooking, and my mother allows me to use the kitchen and ingredients for my chesed assignments. However, I do not want to get involved in the hospital side of the organization. I cook the meals, wrap them up, and hand them to the volunteer who picks them up, and then delivers them to the patient in need. Hospitals make me way too nervous. I’m glad I found a way to use my personal talent and hobby for a mitzvah.

“Zichron Ruchama Gittel, how can I help you?”

“Of course, I’ll add you to the list right away. Supper for three? Please give me all the information, so that we can provide the right services for you. Location, allergies, preferences.”

A few minutes later, Mrs. Greenman hung up the phone. She glanced at the lists of volunteers. Who should I ask to cook? Not too spicy, preferably milchig, to be delivered to the emergency room. No concern of contagion; the patient is in the hospital following an asthma attack.

She moved her finger down the page, reading each name. Chaviva Weisberger is almost always available to cook, but she does not deliver. I’ll need to find another volunteer to bring the food to the hospital.

Chaviva agreed to prepare the meal, and Mrs. Greenman began calling volunteer drivers.

Naama was first. “I’m so sorry, but not today. Please keep me on the list, though!”

“Any other day, I would volunteer right away! But I just agreed to babysit for my grandchildren,” came the next response.

The next two volunteers did not even answer the phone, and the one after that asked to change her availability to “not Mondays or Wednesdays.”

Mrs. Greenman was running out of people to call. Sure enough, the last two people on her list couldn’t take the assignment, either. Mrs. Greenman sighed. She’d have to cancel on Chaviva, and hope to find another cook also be willing to make the delivery.

I was at the table with my dog-eared cookbook open in front of me. This was always the most exciting part of the cooking assignments I got from Zichron Ruchama Gittel. Just then the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hello, Chaviva. I am so sorry to do this to you.”

Are there more than three people to cook for? I wondered. It won’t be a problem, since I haven’t even begun cooking.

“I have to cancel. I wasn’t able to find a driver for the food, so I am going to look for another cook. I hope I can find someone who can both cook and deliver.”

That’s too bad, I thought, I hope she can find someone who can do both. I was about to say it was okay that she was canceling, and that I hoped she’d find someone else quickly. Somehow, a completely foreign idea popped into my head. Before I could even think it over, I responded, “You know what? I can do the delivery. Don’t worry about it.”

I heard an excited, “You’ll do it?!” (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 695)