This morning I did a mitzvah of which I was especially
proud. This past week
I hadn't had a chance to write up a dvar Torah on the portion of Truma, and
what happened two mornings ago taught me a lesson about truma,
contributions given from the generosity of the heart.
Walking on Betzalel
Street's pedestrian mall, I came across a lady
begging for charity. She is a fixture of the local Nahlaot community, always
begging but in a way that comes across as rather difficult for her, expressing what
seems to me deep-seeded remorse. She always dresses up in rather nice closing, and
is very much kempt. She is on the rather heavy side and seems to have a bit of
a facial deformity, half of her lip always protruding out past the other half
of her lip. She wears a head covering, and her unchanging entreaty for charity
could translate into the Hebrew as, "Maybe, do you have a little charity,
maybe?"
Just yesterday, at her set place on a black marble slab next
to three plush outdoor cafes, I heard her entreat one passerby after the next-
perhaps ten all together-with nobody giving her even but the most meager of
alms. I had stopped to tie my shoes nearby and heard her make her querulous
plea repeatedly.
Remembering a song that I had heard as a child in elementary
school from my music teacher named something Braverman, whose first name I
cannot remember- a song about a man who stopped to give his gloves to a
lonesome beggar in the heart of winter-I entered one of the cafes and bought
the lady a cup of cappuccino and two cookies.
When I brought her the cookies, she, like a little child seemed
so pleased. I handed her the stirrer and it fell from her hand. Though for
myself I would have wiped it off and used it, I asked her, "Do you want me
to get you a new one?" to which she responded, "Yes." I brought
her a new one, giving it to her, then wishing her a beautiful day. I felt that
I had made her day.
I'm sure like so many of us I have passed by hundreds if not
thousands of beggars to whom I did not give money. This past week's Torah
portion, Truma, speaks of each person bringing "what his heart
offers." I had that honor today, helping bring Hashem's presence to a
fellow human. As the words of the verse state, "And you will make for me a
tabernacle and I will rest among you."
Today I passed by her again, twice in fact, on my way to
synagogue and then on the walk back home.
Both times she asked me for tzedaka to which I responded that I was
sorry but did not have any. On the second occasion she had asked me for
charity, not wanting her to feel that I was ignoring her entreaty, I added,
"I bought you a cappuccino yesterday. How was it?" to which she
replied with a smile that said more that she wanted to be acknowledged or
noticed more than anything else, "It was very good." My heart's
inspiration had led me to give her charity.