“Eight years ago, I found myself sitting Shiva in Jeruselam after the sudden passing of my dear brother, Yaakov.”
Story by: Mendy Pellin
Eight years ago, I found myself sitting Shiva in Jeruselam after the sudden passing of my dear brother, Yaakov.
I tried to scratch together a minyan to say kaddish during Shiva, but it was way more challenging than expected. And I was in a pretty dark headspace. So I gave up.On the 6th day of Shiva, Yaakov Shwekey called me.
He was in Jerusalem for a show and wanted to swing by for a Shiva call. He asked what time Shachris was. I told him I wasn’t able to arrange a minyan and that he should swing by after daavening. He didn’t listen.
He stopped by before daavening – bringing an entire minyan with him.
Some people just don’t listen. Those are the people that spread light.
Got an inspiring story?
We’d love to hear it!
Do you know someone who deserves to be recognised for their kindness?