Manna from Heaven

During the summer Aviva Wolman got a ride to Toronto with the Goldman family.

The week after her trip, Aviva wanted to give the Goldmans something to thank them for the ride. Thursday night Aviva was thinking what would be a good gift. Flowers didn't seem right, and a candy tray wouldn't be appreciated. Talking it over with her mother, they decided that a hot fresh Challah would be a great idea.
Erev Shabbos, Aviva drove down to the Goldmans home and knocked on their door. After knocking and knocking a neighbor told her they weren't home.

Aviva called her mother to find out what she should do with the Challah. Mrs. Wolman suggested Aviva to drop it off at Mrs. Silman's house on her way home. Mrs. Silman was a neighbor who was often a recipient onf Mrs. Wolman's Challah.

Mrs. Silman didn't answer so Aviva left it on the chair on her porch.

Meanwhile Mrs. Silman was setting her table for Shabbos when she realized she forgot to buy two Challos. She by mistake only bought one. Mrs. Silman called her neighbor to see if she can borrow a Challah.

Opening the front door she saw her own personal Manna from heaven.....A hot fresh Challah was sitting on her porch.

Positive Damage

One of Mrs. Lanser's project's this summer was to refurbish the guest room in her house.

The last thing Mrs. Lanser ordered was a new set of mattresses.

A few days later, early in the morning they came to deliver the mattresses. The moving men set them all up and was about to leave when one of the men noticed there was rip in one of the mattresses.

Disappointed Mrs. Lanser returned the mattresses. (since it was damaged they picked them up the next day for free.) She really wanted to have the guest room all set up and finished before Rosh Hashana. The next week when she reordered the mattress's, she discovered the exact mattresses were ON SALE! (Mrs. Lanser ended up saving a lot of money!)

Change the World

I was in the school office about to go and teach Eighth grade, when the high school principal walked into the office. She asked me to make a copy of a poem for one of the high school teachers. I didn't want to be late to class- but since I was late already- I made the copies for her.

Curious to see what she was copying I started reading it......HP It was exactly on the topic I was teaching Eighth grade. I made copies for the whole class and handed them out.



Here is the poem:
Written by: I have no idea

When I was young and free and my
imagination had no limits , I dreamed of
changing the world;

As I grew older and wiser I realized the
world would not change.
And I decided to shorten my sights
somewhat and change only my country.

But it too seemed immovablel
As I entered my twilight years, in one last
desperate attempt, I sought to change
only my family, those closest to me, but
alas they would have none of it.

And now here I lie on my death bed and
realize (perhaps for the first time) that if
only I'd changed myself first, then by
example I may have influenced my
family and with their encouragement
and support I may have bettered my
country, and who knows I may have
changed the world.

Just a Pen

A group of lifeguards went to spend their off day in Monticello . They made up with the camp driver, they would meet at Simply Sushi at Six Thirty PM.

Six Thirty, the camp van came and the girls piled in. As the van was pulling out of the parking lot, Shoshana, one of the life guards, suddenly said.

"Wait, I forgot to give back the pen I borrowed from the cashier."

"Oh Shoshana, its just a pen, he probably doesn't even care, lets just go. We have to get back to camp," her friend Chana said.

"No Chana, I need to return it. I'm going back in."

Shoshana jumped off the van and ran in to return the pen to the cashier.

"Thank you for returning the pen," the cashier said. "I'm glad you came back, someone from your group left their credit card here- do you know who's it is?"

Looking down at the credit card Shoshana saw it was HER credit card.

Clean Machine

It was the night after visiting day in camp and I had to clean the cotton candy machine. (one of my favorite jobs) After closing the canteen at Twelve Am, I decided I had pushed it off long enough and it was time to clean the machine.
At 1:30 I finally got to it. As I was finishing cleaning the cotton candy machine I suddenly had an urge to clean the whole canteen from top to bottom. It's very rare that I get these moods. It does happen- once in a while.
For the next two hours, I organized all the shelves, wiped down and cleaned all the machines. The toaster ovens, the microwave, the slush machine and even the freezer doors. I changed the table cloths, and swept and mopped the floor.
Locking the canteen door, I realized I had never seen the canteen this clean. Feeling good that it was so clean I went to sleep.
The very next day, first thing in the morning, the camp director walkies me, to tell me there was a surprise visitor that just came to camp to visit the canteen.......it was the HEALTH INSPECTOR!!!!! They have not been to camp in three years. (and boy was he impressed with the immaculate canteen)