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Abba, Ima and a baby,

Abba, Ima and a baby, born dangerously premature.
Fervent prayers were offered up to Shamayim as fear and tension wreaked havoc on their emotions. There were ups and there were downs, and she sat at his side day and night, throughout them all.
In the meantime, the house deteriorated. She hadn’t been able to work for some time before his birth. He had hardly attended kollel. They’d borrowed money and managed somehow. No one had maintained the house, and without a watchful eye, things had gotten lost or ruined. Prior to the special circumstances, they had just barely managed to preserve what they had. Now even that was impossible.
The preemie slowly grew stronger and it was possible to think about taking him home.
Now it was also necessary to think about a bris milah for the baby.
How do you make a bris when there’s no bread at home? How do you invite ten people when you can’t afford to put a single beverage on the table? The children had no clothes; she had nothing to take the baby home in; they were lacking the basics.
The responsibility was his. He went to the grocery. The grocer, a G-d fearing Jew, had sensed the family’s situation long ago.
“We’re making a bris tomorrow, be’ezras Hashem,” the avreich said quietly.
“Take what you need. I won’t write it down,” the grocer replied magnanimously, averting his eyes.
He took a bag and with trembling hands, placed inside a few rolls, two drink bottles, two containers of ready salads and a package of plastic plates.
How heavy were those bags? They might have been made of lead.
He went home, opened the leaves of the dining room table and lay the tablecloth on the table. He set the table with the plates and cups and arranged the napkins. He could invite ten Yidden so his son would have a kosher bris. So why was his heart so heavy? He felt he couldn’t go on anymore.
When his wife burst into tears over the clothing she didn’t have, over the baby formula that was nearly finished – with no money to buy a new package – he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He wept along with her, wept as he had never wept before. Soon their tiny baby joined in, his tears mingling with theirs.
Kupat Ha’ir is there for hem. When a family makes a simchah at home, they need to feel simchah in their hearts, too. There needs to be light; the joy should be palpable. Joy gives people the strength to forge ahead, to run their homes smoothly, to raise children who are healthy both physically and emotionally.
This family’s request is on Kupat Hair’s desk. Your contribution will decide whether or not it will be approved.

 
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