6:15 a.m. I’m studying Torah with the rabbi. There’s a loud knocking at the front door. I get up grumpily and walk to the door and open it.
There’s a goy outside. A female goy. A shiksa. She looks latina or black. I figure she wants money or help or something and I’m irritated.
Then she hands me a bag containing tefillin, tallit, and a siddur. She says she found it on the street. It contained some paper with the name of the shul.
I thank her and take the bag. “The rabbi will know what to do,” I say.
I show the rabbi the bag and tell him the story. He knows the owner.
