Mitzvah

Here's a tiny true tale for those of you who might be losing your faith in humanity. This afternoon I had to walk a few blocks on an errand. Cold doesn't usually bother me as much as it does most people (in warm weather I wilt like spinach in a sauna), but it was about thirty degrees and I was walking into a stiff wind. I had my hands jammed into my pockets and probably looked a bit grim. A little old lady stopped me on the sidewalk. She had a strong eastern European accent, so at first I didn't catch what she was saying. She had noticed that I looked cold and, having an extra scarf in her bag, she was offering it to me. I thanked her, of course, and told her I was okay. Sometimes you don't need a scarf to feel warm.