This week a stone was lifted from my heart as a story came full circle. It took a long time, and even though the beginning is filled with long pain, the end is in itself a beginning of a new, and very happy stage.
The story started some twenty years ago, when I was a child of ten. It was the time when many Immigrants came from Russia. Many of them were not in the most financially best state, and even much worse than that. Every Friday I would go for a drive with my mother to give out packages of food to the homes of the needy families, who were mostly from the former Soviet Union.
Many of the families were elderly couples. At each address, I would jump out of the car, put the package at their door and head back to the car.
It always… Read More »