Four stories: 1. My grandmother was born in Poland in 1902. She dropped out of school at 12 because she had to find work to support her family. She came to America in the 1920’s and was a factory worker before her marriage. She was left a widow with three children, the oldest only 11. A single mother with no education, she struggled financially. Yet every year before Passover, she’d go to the butcher, the grocer, the fishmonger, and ask for donations. Not for herself, for “the poor people”. Feeding others was very important to her. 2. One year during college I had a summer job at a cosmetics factory. The company hired college kids to help put their fall and Christmas line together. I spent my summer on an assembly line, labelling perfume bottles, dropping tins of eyeshadow into compacts, placing tubes of lipstick into boxes. 3. Corporate America encourages its employees to contribute to charity. Sometimes that means matc...
