It just popped out, I swear! I asked her when she was leaving, and she said she has to be at the airport by 7:15 tomorrow, and there the words were: “I’ll drive you.”
I do all kinds of chessed (a little; sometimes) and don’t blog about it or expect sympathy or back-pats, but this is WAY above and beyond.
But that’s the deal, you see.
When my father took me out and bought me my first “real” car just over a decade ago, I made a deal with Hashem. Not a Lucky Penny God kind of deal, but I felt I needed to make a real gesture of gratitude.
So the deal was: if anybody needs a car, and I have a car, I will use my car to help them out. It’s the Mitzvah Car.
I have driven people and their groceries; old ladies in the rain and – only once because it’s not really appropriate – a yeshiva bochur rushing home erev Shabbos. I have driven people to shiurim. I have blurted out randomly that I want to help drive people all over this city, and even occasionally to other cities.
It really is no big deal; it’s the easiest mitzvah. I love driving, though I admit to being at times a bit of a distracted and accident-prone driver (not to mention parking tickets – but, b”h, I haven’t gotten one of those in over a year.
Just think of me at 6:30 tomorrow morning. I’m usually in bed then… but tomorrow I’ll be out on the 401, pushing my way through traffic and back to get to the airport by 7:15 and then to get the car home by 8:00 so Ted can take it to work so he can get home fast before Shabbos. (he has to work ‘till 4:30 now that we’re into “summer” Shabboses – even though our shul starts Shabbos at 6:45… it’s often tight)
Oh, and the “graffiti” throughout this post was drawn by Elisheva, who is loving the sidewalk chalk this spring!