So no sooner do I feel very down and deserted last night, when my phone rings and Amy is on her way with food. We had a short but sweet visit out front of the hospital. By today we had Ronit here with more food and a quick but fun visit with Daniel, and then even more tonight from Aunty Debbie. We have brisket coming out of our ears and my heart and soul I feeling so much better. I love the idea of paying it forward or helping someone else feel warm or comforted and that opportunity arose today and started the New Year off right for me. This morning I woke up and checked my emails and FB for messages as usual and for some reason saw a picture of an adorable little girl that miraculously received the surprise arrival of a donor heart for a much needed transplant last night. On the eve of Rosh Hashanah no less. This came across my page because we had some common friends but do not know each other directly. As I read this families story and felt such joy for them, as well could surely empathize with their situation I saw that in the series of pictures the all to familiar surroundings of The Children's Hospital that we are in. It's unmistakable whimsical décor was instantly obvious. feel like I know every pattern of carpet of every color coded floor. Anyway, no way a nurse is going to give out any information because of HIPA and as Rob says I just can't drop things so I must keep searching for answers. Not that I want to intrude on this families personal space in such a difficult time, after all their daughter just had a heart transplant less than 12 hours ago. Of course I go looking for them. With a first name only and a picture from FaceBook (yes I realize in a court of law this is probably considered stalking) Rob ad I head down to Cardiac ICU. I fully realize when we asked for our space and everyone abided by it, it as appreciated , however Challah and Honey in hand we buzzed right into the CICU and just asked the first nurse we saw to see the mother of this girl. Honestly I was not even sure how to pronounce her first name. When the mom came out I instantly thought two things. #1 man am I old and #2 I have no business bothering this woman, she certainly doesn't need to chat or make a new friend right now or leave the bedside of her child for even a minute to talk to some crazy woman with a loaf of bread. We spoke fast, tried to explain who we were and why we were there and left our New Year's offering for a sweet year and wish of health for her daughter. Yep I m sure she didn't hear a word of what I said and may have even wanted to call security but I'll be damned if she didn't ask why our child was here and said she hoped we weren't here for a bad reason. It was like a slap in the face to know that someone whose child just had a heart transplant was cognizant enough to ask me about my child. I am not sure if she actually said thank you, but by her asking us about our child was thank you enough. She also told us she expects to be going home by next week. How crazy is that. G-d willing they will with a brand new heart and a healthy daughter in tow. Truly a miracle if you ask me. We turned and walked out of the ICU and I felt so good about what we did. Yes, even is she turned and dumped that challah from the strangers in the trash we did our own little mitzvah helping pass on a New Year blessing to their family for a sweet new year. I called my mother-in-law and told her this story and that I regifted one of the many challahs she had just sent up and she started to cry because it made her so happy. Look at hat two mitzvahs on the first day of the year. Setting the standards pretty high for the year to come, but I hope I will be able to keep up the pace.