People are often left with items that they find and nobody comes to claim. What should be done with these items?
Questions:
“After doing my 5 year old son’s carpool, I found an ipod in my car. May I keep it ?”
“While driving down my block, I saw outside near my neighbor’s garbage cans a fish tank in excellent condition. May I take it ?”
“Someone in Cleveland recently threw out a signed basketball jersey. May I take it ?”
Shlomo and Moshe bundled up before walking home in the winter cold. The two boys lived on opposite sides of the neighborhood but had been classmates for ten years. They often went home together to do homework, and were going tonight to Shlomo's house.
During supper, Shlomo asked Moshe: "Would you like to go swimming?" Moshe almost choked on his hamburger, and asked incredulously, "In the middle of winter? Since when do you belong to the Polar Bear Club?"
Traveling the subway during rush hour is not exactly a pleasure ride. Huge crowds, people jostling in and out of closing doors, standing for an hour and bouncing around are part of the daily fare for millions of people. Mrs. Fine tried to make the best of it by observing the people around, which she always found interesting. The varied assortment of people of different ages, gender, ethnic groups, and national origin was a daily lesson in the diversity of New York City life.
Summer was rapidly approaching its end. The neighborhood children had all returned from camp; school was starting up again. Bright rays of sunlight continued to shine, but the days were becoming noticeably shorter.
Eliyahu, rented a house to an elderly couple for a year. Towards the end of the rental period, the couple was away for while. Eliyahu stopped by the house and noticed a tomato vine, with a few ripe tomatoes on it, growing in the backyard amongst the weeds. It seemed clear that the tomato vine was not planted intentionally, but grew accidentally from a stray seed.
When Shimshi Silverstein saw the cleanly snipped remnants of his bike lock, a sinking feeling engulfed him. That feeling was still with him two weeks later. His parents told him to try to forget about the stolen bike. “What’s done is done,” they said. Shimshi tried to listen to their advice, but he could not get himself to stop thinking about that beautiful royal blue bicycle. Poor Shimshi could even picture the special decals that he had put on the bike’s frame.
“Uncle Heshy, what are you doing here?” asked Chezky, surprised to see his favorite uncle standing next to the door of the Rosh Yeshiva’s office.
“Well, your yeshiva wants to honor me for my humility at their next dinner and I came here to stop them,” Heshy said jokingly. Chezky had expected a funny line from his Uncle Heshy, and he was not disappointed.
“Come on, really, Uncle Heshy. What brings you to my yeshiva?” Chezky asked again.