The notice was posted next to the mailboxes in the apartment building I had just moved into. "A Mitzvah (善行) for Mrs. Green," it read, "Sign up to drive Mrs. Green in 3B home from her chemotherapy (化疗) treatments twice a month."
Since I wasn't a driver, I couldn't add my name, but the word "mitzvah" was always wandering in my thoughts after I went upstairs. It's a Hebrew word that means "to do a good deed". But according to my grandma, it also had another meaning. This was the one she was always pointing out to me because she noticed that I thought it a shame to let people do things for me. "Linda, it's a blessing to do a mitzvah for someone else, but sometimes it's a blessing to let another person do something for you."
One evening, snowflakes had been falling past my window for several hours when the time to leave for class came. I labored to the bus stop, reaching it just as a bus went by. For an hour, I prayed desperately that a bus would come. Then I gave up. The wind at my back pushed me towards home. Even if I wanted to ask someone for a good deed, which I did not, there wasn't a soul on the street.
But as I pushed the door of my apartment open, I found myself face to face with a woman at the mailbox with a set of keys in her hand. Obviously she had a car and was going out. In that split second, desperation overcame my pride and I blurted (脱口而出), "Could you possibly give me a lift?" An odd look crossed her face and she agreed without hesitation.
On our way to my school, she spoke so warmly that I felt comfortable. "You remind me of my grandmother." I said. A slight smile crossed her lips. "Just call me Grandma Alice as my grandchildren do." When she dropped me off, I thanked her again and again.
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Back home I heard a neighbor saying "Good night, Mrs Green." to Grandma Alice on the stairs.
Mrs. Green visited me later and said, "May I tell you something?"
