Gratitude; Appreciation

As the cashier began processing my items, I reached into my purse to retrieve a credit card. Instead, I realized at that moment that my wallet was not there.

I sighed again and was on the verge of complaining to my daughter when I looked over at the the man picking through the soggy cucumbers right by me.

One day I was in a store and saw one of the mothers of our day-camp clientele. I thought to myself, “She really should come up to me and thank me for the years that I hosted her children in my house. In fact, why didn’t she ever call me in all these years...

When someone deserved commendation for a job well done, my mother made a practice of telling the boss.

Chunks of time roll by without me even thinking to say thank you, without me remembering or acknowledging the gift of three years ago.

My stomach fell; my heart skipped beats. My throat had a lump in it, and tears were about to burst forth on my cheeks. I was exhausted, worn out and drained. We have no one to call, no one to turn to...

I have written about the accident cursorily and somewhat lightly...but my religious identity has pursued me—or I it—throughout this ordeal, and I have a desire to write about some of the more complex aspects of the accident and recovery as an observant Je...

During his convalescence, the morning blessings assumed a new poignancy and meaning for both of us: “Blessed are You, L‑rd our G‑d, King of the Universe, who releases the bound . . . Who straightens the bent . . . Who gives strength to the weary.” For the...

Being in the hospital can be lonely and depressing, but this 16-year-old girl took the opportunity to bring light and joy to others...