Baruch Hashem, a new grandson was born for us. We were very excited and had much to arrange. My daughter who had given birth came to our home to rest with the baby, who did not yet have a name.
My son-in-law asked for my permission to organize a minyan in our home. I agreed to help him out; he got men for half a minyan and I got men for the other half, so eight Yidden came to our home, besides the two of us, and we davened Maariv.
The next morning, one of the people who had come to be part of the minyan met me and said, “Yasher koach!”
“For what?”
“For calling me to come to the minyan.”
I thought he was confused. It would have been appropriate for me to thank him; it was nice of him to agree to come. I expressed my amazement and told him, “I think it is I who needs to thank you.”
“No, no, I’m not confused. Listen: I had a very hard day yesterday. Several things got com-”
