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A few weeks ago, my son started school at a local synagogue. When I opened his backpack on Friday, I found a note from his teacher. It read, “In honor of Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year), please send in a mitzvah note for your child (a good deed that your child did).” My 27-month-old wanted to bring cookies to firefighters. So, this past weekend, I dressed him up as a little firefighter, stopped by Publix to pick up cookies, and headed over to the local fire department. The firefighters were extremely gracious, showed my son the fire truck and let him sit in the driver’s seat and ring the bells.
My idea of a “mitzvah” was slightly different, so after nap time, we headed over to a local shelter for battered women and brought them some basic necessities and toys for their children. During our visit, I met an incredible young woman who had been badly battered by her boyfriend. Not only had she suffered physical and emotional abuse, but her boyfriend incessantly called her employer in an effort to get her fired. After beating her so severely that she ended up in the emergency room and missing work, her employer fired her because she had exhausted all of her sick time and he didn’t want “someone with so many personal problems at his company.” As a result of losing her job, she could not pay her rent, was evicted, and ultimately became homeless.
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