Letters to the Editor

June 29, 2014

Letter | Life lesson: Err on the side of compassion

When I was a boy growing up in Brooklyn in New York City, I was a good student and the rabbi of my synagogue took a liking to me. One day in the 1940s, the rabbi invited me to accompany him on a trip to the Lower East Side of Manhattan. And on almost every corner of each street, there sat a beggar. The rabbi gave each beggar at least one coin. And the rabbi also gave me a coin to give to each beggar to instill in me the importance of fulfilling the commandment to help the less fortunate.

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