“Yet when those children remembered me this afternoon, with their shabbos gift – well, that was happiness! I even began to feel like being with people again, so I invited myself here for Shabbos. And I thank you, my dear, for accepting me here this evening! Now tell me about you!"”

Mrs. Schwartz had been glad to listen to Mrs. Krupnick’s story, but now she sighted as her thoughts turned to her own situation. She told how her husband has suddenly become ill, how he needed special doctor’s and nurses in the hospital day and night, and how it cost so much money that they had been forced to sell their house and nice things and move into the basement apartment where they now lived. “And everything is still so expensive,” Mrs. Schwartz continued. “I’m sure Hashem will help us, but right now I just don’t know what to do!”