You may have been wondering why I have not written for the past month. No, it’s not because the kids stopped saying cute things; nor have I lost the desire to keep you in the loop. So, what has driven a wedge between me and the laptop?

The answer is that we’ve been spending chunks of the past five weeks shuttling between our home and the hospital. Thank G‑d, we are all well, and I hope the crisis has passed. I will spare you the details of what went wrong, but trust me when I say that I have learned a lot more about hospitals and emergency rooms than I care to remember.

Throughout our ordeal, there were uncounted moments when I felt genuine gratitude. To whom? Well, obviously a gratitude list like this one starts and ends with G‑d. If not for His “behind the scenes” orchestration, nothing would have happened. Plus, He has so many human agents who did a fantastic job carrying out His master plan. So, here are some of the subjects of my gratitude (in no particular order):

Our neighbors have been amazing. You know the stereotypical image of the tight-knit community where everyone is involved in everyone’s business? Well, it’s true, and it’s amazing. How can you even find the words to thank the mother of a large brood who not only coordinated meals for our family for weeks on end, but actually found the time to zip across the street late Friday afternoon to hand-deliver a mini-vase with flowers for our Shabbat table?

There was the time I needed to go to the hospital pronto, and someone needed to stay with our sleeping brood. I just opened the door and stood on the porch. Thirty seconds later, there were some teenaged neighbors settling into the living room, and I was off to the hospital.

Our friends (many of whom are also neighbors) have been amazing. Some of our close family friends spent hours and hours at the hospital, advocating, encouraging, and just being there. One friend had committed to make supper for us one night. Turns out that she ended up spending the day in the emergency room with her own son. Not only did she still bring a delicious supper to our home, but we ended up eating her chicken and potatoes in the emergency room as well, since she had us in mind when packing supper for her son.

Our kids have been amazing. There were the rough moments. Like the time we walked out in the middle of the night, and Mom did not come back until a week later. It was tough, but these little people are tougher. Of course, the harshness of what was going on was softened, since even in our absence they were surrounded by loving and familiar faces.

Our kids’ teachers have been amazing. They have been sensitive to our kids’ extra-sensitive state, and really made sure to accommodate us in any way they can. In fact, the lady next door agreed to temporarily admit A into her preschool so that we would have a few crucial hours to take care of things with no kids at home. Some of the younger teachers even went so far as to take our kids out for Sunday outings, so Mom could get some shut-eye and Dad could spend some time at the laptop catching up on missed work.

Our community has been amazing. There is a wonderful organization here that delivers fresh, nutritious home-cooked breakfasts to women who just gave birth. They offered to send them to us as well, and they made a huge difference, with my wife starting her day with her favorite treat: FMSE (Food Made by Someone Else).

Our health system is somewhat difficult to navigate if you are not raised here—and even if you are, it is no cakewalk. Thank G‑d, we have met some very caring doctors and nurses who were present, concerned and really caring when we needed them most. Truth is, however, that the glue that kept them all together is a Yiddish-accented army of one with a long black frock and payos who knows every doctor and nurse, and would not stop pushing buttons (and twisting arms) until we got the help we needed. This man practically lives in the hospital, helping everyone he comes in contact with, regardless of affiliation.

Oh, and I must mention my mother-in-law. She is one of the busiest people I know. She is a principal of one school, a teacher at another, and a counselor at a third organization. Yet she dropped everything and hopped onto a plane to be with us. Thanks, Ima.

It has been humbling to be takers for so long. But it sure felt good to see how many people really care about us. Thank G‑d, we had whom to take from. With His help, we hope to be givers again, giving back to the community that has given us so much.

P.S. If you read this post and are saying to yourself, “Too bad I don’t have such a loving, caring community,” perish the thought. No, I am not suggesting that you move—although we would love to have you. I am suggesting that you become a mover and shaker in your own community. Start taking an active interest in your neighbors, arrange meals for a neighbor in need, just start doing, and you will be amazed by the ripple effect.