Very often, in my presentations, I talk about doing things to try and make this world a better place. I give some examples such as visiting the sick or the aged, helping a friend or neighbor, giving charity, etc. This past Sunday I was blessed to be able to give not only money, but to give of my time and energy as well. This is the season of Passover. There are many restrictions on what a person may and may not eat and Passover food tends to be expensive. My wife often tells me how much it cost to feed our family for the Passover holiday and it is truly mind blowing. Thank the good Lord that my wife and I both work and that we have the funds to buy what we need in order to celebrate the holiday. Unfortunately, there are many people who just don’t have the money to buy the necessary food items. Fortunately, there is an organization for whom I volunteer that not only distributes food to over 300 families in our neighborhood on a weekly basis but goes out of its way to make sure to distribute most of the Passover food items that one would need to celebrate the holiday properly. On this one day every year we get in excess of 400 volunteers who come down to help pack and deliver 27 different items to each of these families. Each order is tailor made for the individual families. What’s even nicer is the fact that the packers have no idea who the recipients are and even the drivers who deliver do not know the recipients as there are no names to be found anywhere. Packers only see order numbers and drivers only see addresses. It is exhausting work but when I sit down to celebrate the Passover Seder every year, I have a real sense of satisfaction knowing that I have helped others to be able to celebrate the holiday in the same fashion that I celebrate. It is an invaluable lesson for my children and grandchildren and I am proud that they are following in my footsteps.

One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. automaty online zdarma The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.

Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. lotto automaty online A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. fortuna zakłady bukmacherskie aplikacja The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving.”

Sincerely,
Mrs. Nat King Cole