’A cover story‘ - ’סיפור כיסוי‘
I traveled to wash the car, and in my car I keep a kippah on a regular basis, out of concern that if my kippah or that of one of the passengers should fly out the window, then there would immediately be a replacement kippah.
My son said to me at the car wash: “Abba, maybe it is time to throw this kippah into the trash? It has already been in the car for five years and it does not look so good anymore!!!”
I thought that he was right, but nevertheless I left the kippah in the car door.
That night I traveled to a wedding, and a relative approached me with an embarrassed look that he had forgotten to take a kippah from home and it was uncomfortable for him to enter a chareidi wedding like that. I quickly ran to the car and gave him the kippah as a gift.
He was so happy, and I, in contrast, was happy twice over. If I had not washed the car that day, I would not have remembered that the kippah was there...
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