Sending Love Through the Mail

First off, I did NOT write this post because of the secular date. I am writing in response to such a profound experience I had today.

I belong to a very special club that does not like when new members are added. The price to get into this club is way too steep to pay. That said, there still are over a hundred of us ladies sharing and caring for each other in a special What's App group.

Recently, one of the mommy's had a yartzeit coming up. Her child is buried in Eretz Yisroel. She went on a whirl wind trip to spend the day with her ... 24 hours in Israel!  We were privately talking, and I told her my theory that chocolate can help a lot. And since she is in Israel, in the Golan there is a small chocolate factory that puts out exceptional chocolates. I highly encouraged her to get some. Since she didn't have time to get up North, I told her I was pretty sure they had them in the airport and to grab some on her way out.

Time goes by, and life goes on and I am working day and night on my Hachnasas Sefer Torah project.  Ok. I am a total whack job. I've been ordering dresses and shoes and sending back dresses and shoes all because I can't find anything I like, or that fits well, or looks nice on. Today I was walking out the door and I saw a package on the porch. That's weird -- I wasn't expecting anything. I pick it up and see it's addressed to me from a woman in Brooklyn.

As soon as I opened it, I was shocked.  This is what I found in the box.

The note that was included said that she knows that the next few weeks are going to be hard for me, and she wanted to give me the little sugar to make the bitter medicine go down. (My words; paraphrasing what she said.)  I was beyond speechless. I started crying. Another mom understands that sometimes you can send some love through the mail. It's as if she reached through the physical space that divides us and gave me a hug to fortify myself against the emotional ferris wheel I am going to be on. There will be highs and there will be lows. That I know. I also know, that I am never alone.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. (And no, it's not the chocolate itself. It's the thought behind it that means so much.)