Post One
After my grandmother passed away this Sunday, my family was worried that we would not have enough men at the funeral to make a minyan for Kaddish. The rabbi of my shul made sure that with a only day's notice, enough guys from our synagogue would be there to help make the minyan. We had only moved to this community a year ago and even though I know these guys from seeing them around, I am not close to any of them. Yet five guys took time off their busy day to help bury my grandmother, whom they never met.