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Stories on Giving
He scoured the shops nearby and bought anything that was kosher and edible, and then went into a bookshop to buy some reading material to while away the many free, friendless and family-less hours he would be spending alone in his room.
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Late one night, we knocked on a door in a large apartment complex and waited through a long moment of silence.
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Near the park, we were forced to detour via a parallel street. At the next traffic light, the Rebbetzin said to me: “I heard a woman screaming. Can you go back and see what that was about?”
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Like any small town, Safed has a few professional beggars. None of them are drunkards, thank G-d, or homeless, G-d forbid. They just beg for a living. It’s their job, and they work hard at it. They keep regular hours, and each has his own territory.
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“This,” they declared, in contrast to how most people thought a home should be furnished, “is interior decorating.”
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Turkish Jews often told this story to exemplify a
meritorious approach to charity.
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One Shabbat meal led to another. Kylie discovered the beauty of Judaism and encouraged Danny to explore his roots. Today they live a full Jewish life.
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