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Um, we had an organization in Brooklyn
when my mom and dad were alive that we
gave food to people who just couldn't
afford it. And we did it in a way of
taking leftover food from weddings. One
day I met a guy on Avenue J in Brooklyn.
He sat in a wheelchair and he was a very
big dude. It was difficult to look at
him. You know the type like it was just
you felt bad for him because you felt
terrible. You felt you uncomfortable.
Exactly. It made me uncomfortable. And I
and I said to him, "Give me your address
and I'll come." And he said, "No
problem. give out the food at at the his
um apartment which was on Avenue H7. For
those of you that don't know, it's like
an area which like back then it was just
the building itself still doesn't have
air conditioning or working elevators.
So the first time I went up to him, I
went up, I delivered the food, I knocked
on his door, he came to answer and I got
a peek into the apartment and he was a
hoarder. You know the hoarder types
where everything is just sitting there.
There was rats running around. It was
disgusting. I felt terrible for him, but
I was like, I can't do this again. And
my mom said, "No, no, that's going to be
your shift. you're going to have to do
that shift. And every week on Thursday,
I'd go up to seven flights and I would
be frustrated that I had to do it, but
it would feel good and I would do it. It
was Purum and it was 4:30 p.m. and we
were about to start the family meal and
we're all together in our house and my
mom looks at me and she goes, "We need
to go deliver food to that guy on Avenue
H." And I said, "Are you kidding me? I'm
going to deliver food to the guy now.
We're about to start our party." Like,
no, you have to do it. The spirit of
Purim is giving. and the ultimate giving
is to those who are in need. Put on my
coat. I didn't have a car. I walked four
blocks with a box of food. I walked up
the seven flights and I knocked on the
door and sure enough that 2 minutes he
opens up and I said, "Here you go. Happy
poor." And he looked at me and he goes,
"Thank you." And he slammed the door on
my face. Next Thursday I come back. I
walk up the steps. I knock on the door
and his daughter who I never met
answered the door like a 20 20's uh type
of age. She opens the door and I said,
"Hi, how are you doing? I I'm here to
deliver." She goes, "Mr. Greenfield,
there's no reason for you to deliver
food anymore." I said, "What happened?"
She goes, "My father passed away." So,
your father passed away? What are you
talking about? She goes, "The first time
he ever got a gift on Purim was when you
came on Purim to deliver that food and
the next day he died of a heart attack."
So I I I wanted to say like what was in
the food?
