(With a nod to the Sesame Street Song)
Ever since Hurricane Katarina (in the United States), I have been feeding street cats in my backyard here in Jerusalem. Now that Raphaela is old enough to walk with me, she helps me in the charity of sorts; I feel it is important for her to learn the value of kindness to all those around us, including those cats who are less fortunate to have a warm dry home in the Winter, like our Harry.
When you take the same route every day, you get to know people by their faces, you exchange "Hellos" without ever knowing their names, but they become part of your extended circle of friends. This morning I passed a particular elderly man, who has exchanged morning greetings with me for years, way before I was even considering becoming a JSMBC.
Today he asked me "How is your beautiful daughter?" To which I answered, "Pthoo pthoo, doing well. Healthy and happy." And the man responded, "Beautiful, just like her mother."
Which I of course appreciated, since I have been feeling particularly lousy and unattractive the past few days, with a cold of sorts and a sore throat slowly encroaching. Truly, though I am not one to officially pray every day, every morning that we are both healthy and loving each other, I thank G-d for our blessings and our simple yet full life.
Shabbat Shalom!
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