The Power of the Unspoken Word As told to Chaya Kruk
It was erev Shabbos and the suits of
two of my sons were at the cleaners. My husband was going out so I asked him to please pick them up. Knowing that he had a lot on his mind, I reminded him two or three times before he left.
A half an hour before Shabbos, my kids were getting ready. “Tatti, did you pick up my suit?”
“Uh-oh! I forgot to go to the cleaners.” In my frustration, I was ready to say, “That’s why I kept reminding you, so you wouldn’t forget! Now they have nothing to wear






