I live in a farming community. One windy day, after I’d hung my laundry out
to dry, I returned to my house just in time to notice the farmer who rents the
neighboring field had begun to plow, sending clouds of dust toward the wet
clothes hanging on my lie.
Quickly shutting the windows, I hurried outside to retrieve
the clothes. But when I got to the line,
the roaring plow had disappeared.
Several days later I ran into the farmer and asked him about
the incident. With a smile he told me
that, yes, he remembered the day. As
soon as he saw my clothes on the line and realized which way the wind was
blowing, he had decided to plow elsewhere and return to that field later.
Our
town has no theaters or fancy restaurants, but we do have good friends and
neighbors who care about each other – as well as their laundry. –Mary Love in Reader’s Digest
This may not qualify as "tzedaka" but it is a righteous way of thinking. Every moment has such possibilities of noble living in it.
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