A mitzvah a day, that’s all we ask
I found out who the mysterious C is, who left me flowers by the site of my natural disaster, and it all made perfect sense. It came from my neighbor around the corner who was spreading some love around the neighborhood. A mitzvah for her, for us.
Today on the way home from Franklinton, we got off at our exit and a car was broken down with a women standing by the trunk speaking to the car in front of me for a very long time while the light was red. When it turned green the car in front drove off but the woman remained, and was now crying. I rolled down my window and asked if I could help – she said she ran out of gas, that her husband was home carless and without a stroller with their two year old, she had just finished her shift as a waitress and thought she could make it home, and that she was having the worst mother’s day imaginable – cars were honking.
I said get in. I took her to the Shell station that was all sold out of gas cans and then to her apartment to see if her neighbor had a gas can, and I said to her along the way the only thing I had at my house was a watering can. Her neighbor didn’t have a gas can and so she grabbed her watering can.
Each time she got out of the car, Tin would ask, “Can I go too?”
She put a gallon of gas in her watering can and we went back to her car where the traffic was backed up for miles and finally she got out and put the gallon in and the car started. Hurray! we both said.
Tin asked, “Where’s she going?”
I said home to restart her mother’s day. I told him in the best possible world it would be nice if we could all perform a mitzvah every day.
He said, “I want pizza.”