Sometimes, it's the small good deeds that matter. They may not change the world, but they make living in the world a bit brighter. I like to think that the small deeds I do enter inter a larger stream of deeds that flows around and maybe even come back to me. I wrote about one instance of this back in April in a post on Counting the Omer. More of that happened this weekend.
This afternoon, before leaving to go to a barbeque at Golden Gate Park, I called my friend Mitzi Wilner, giving her Rabbi Lew's address so she could send him a get well card (he's recovering from knee replacement therapy). She was glad I remembered. We also talked a bit about services, and the singing that we do during the service and, recently, at kiddish--the get togther after services where we say the blessing over wine, bread, and share in varying quantities and qualities of food (depending on whether there is a sponsered celebration or not :)
Mitzi is a holocaust survivor, and she remarked that the singing brings back good memories of her childhood and her family. She is a survivor, like my friend Goldie Rassen and Beverly Pinto's mom Erna, who has stayed close to her Jewish faith, as I have written in an early post called Goldie. Giving an address, singing--small things I can do to make someone feel good. Things I don't even think much about.
After speaking with Mitzi, we left for the park, stopping first to pick up some ice and waters. I went into Safeway, thinking I had $20 in my pocket. Got the items, and waited at the check out line behind a group made up of 2 parents, their friend, and their 3 small boys. Seeing the food they were buying, I guessed they were also going to a barbeque, and talked to the kids about that--a nice interaction. While still waiting for their items to be processed, I reached for my money, only to realize that there was not a $20 bill in my pocket, just some ones. I start searching all my pockets, seeing what I can come up with. The grand total came to four dollars and some change. So when it comes to my turn I start to ask the checker to ring up just the ice, not sure that I can cover the waters, when the friend from the group in front says "I'll cover the difference" I protested, but he stayed. I was short a dollar. He smiled, gave the clerk the dollar, and went on his way.
Once again, my faith in people is renewed. We need to keep doing the small things--they add up. And they all enter into the grand stream of life.