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The Guardian
26-05-2025
- Automotive
- The Guardian
My petty gripe: I graciously let your car in, now where's my bloody thank you wave?
I'm the best driver I know, whatever my driving record might say. I don't hog the right lane. I never tailgate. And I usually let people in ahead of me if they need to change lanes or enter traffic. So why does it infuriate me so much when they don't give a little thank you wave? I don't expect a medal. Nowhere else do I expect thanks for common courtesy. But not seeing that little wave on the road makes me see red. I may not scream, but I will swear, fulminate about selfish, thoughtless, ungracious idiots and rail against the end of civil society. It's not like I'd follow the offender to demand thanks. I'm already likely running late for wherever I have to be, and whoever thanked an angry person demanding gratitude? More likely the opposite. But still, is it really that hard to flick your hand up in thanks? I know it's ridiculously trivial. So many religions remind us that the best charity doesn't seek acknowledgment. The great rabbi Maimonedes ranked different kinds of giving, with giving when neither person knows the other's identity up the top. As Saint Augustine wisely counselled, resentment is a cup of poison you drink while waiting for the other person to die. That person speeding away is already oblivious. My anger is pointless. I know I don't have to let anyone in. Perhaps driving more selfishly would save me the grief of being so enraged, especially as it's only a little thing. Or perhaps that's why it's such a big deal, because it is such a little thing. That's why I'm always scrupulous to put my hand out the window in thanks, just in case the kind person who let me in didn't see it through the tinting. Only takes a second but makes a big difference. Try it – if not for me, then at least for the three other considerate drivers out there.
New York Post
24-04-2025
- New York Post
Family matriarch, 101, who fled Russia after World War II fatally struck by unlicensed driver in NYC: ‘Independent till her last day'
A 101-year-old Hasidic family matriarch who fled Russia after World War II – and was 'extremely independent till her last day' – was fatally struck by an unlicensed driver in Brooklyn, according to cops and her family. Taibel Brod was walking home from a birthday party for a rebbe around 8:25 p.m. on April 8 when a 65-year-old man behind the wheel of a 2023 GMC Yukon SUV plowed into her as she crossed at the corner of Brooklyn Avenue and Montgomery Street in Crown Heights, authorities and relatives said. Brod was rushed to Maimonides Medical Center, where she was initially listed in stable condition – but succumbed to her injuries less than two weeks later, on Sunday, police said. Family matriarch Taibel Brod, 101, was fatally struck by an unlicensed driver in Crown Heights, cops said. Brod left behind five children – three sons, two daughters — and several grandchildren and great-grandchildren, according to her loved ones. Born in Kremenchuk, Ukraine, Brod was among many Hasidim who fled Russia on escape trains to Poland, according to an online obituary. She met her husband, Reb Chatzkel Brod, at the Poking displaced persons camp in Germany, the obit said. They married there and had two daughters before moving to the US in 1951, according to Brod's relatives. The growing Chabad family lived in Brownsville before moving to Crown Heights in the mid-1950s. Brod lived alone after her husband died 20 years ago. On Thursday afternoon, her Crown Heights home – a short walk from the deadly crash – was filled with grieving family members sitting shiva, a seven-day Jewish mourning ritual. Brod, a grandmother and great-grandmother, fed patients at Brookdale University Hospital Medical Center for 50 years, her family said. Google Maps Her son, Yosef Brod, 73, who works as a building engineer in Los Angeles, said his mother spent decades feeding patients at Brookdale University Hospital Medical Center. 'For over 50 years she would feed patients,' said Yosef, as he sat next to three lit candles. 'Over 50 years day in and day out.' Yosef said his mother, who was 'very active in the community,' had 'goodness and kindness going for her.' Another son echoed his sentiments. 'My mother was deeply committed to the community as a volunteer in many areas. She did a lot of praying on a daily basis,' added son, Yisroel, 69, of Israel. 'A very open house and visitors would come from other countries to be in this community. She'd welcome them for a weekend, a holiday. She was a very giving person.' The great-grandmother was walking alone – with the light in her favor – when driver Menachem Shagalow tried to make a left turn eastbound onto Montgomery Street and struck her in the crosswalk, according to police. 'She was [a] very independent woman,' said her 38-year-old grandson, also named Yisroel, of Miami, who works in business development. 'Extremely independent and strong. She would take the bus by herself. She was extremely independent till her last day.' Shagalow was arrested at the scene and charged with aggravated unlicensed operator, failure to exercise due care and unlicensed operation of a motor vehicle, cops said. He was released on a desk appearance ticket and is set to be arraigned on April 28, according to the Brooklyn District Attorney's Office. Shagalow has only one prior arrest, for grand larceny in 1998, cops said. The family declined to talk about the driver, with the elder Yisroel only saying, 'It was an accident.' Yosef said he had the chance to visit his mother in the hospital on Thursday and Friday, days before her death. 'From time to time, she did open her eyes,' he said. 'I sensed that she did recognize me. The day that she passed away, my brothers and two sisters walked from Brooklyn to the hospital and she smiled at them. That was before she passed away.' He said he looks to his faith as he grieves his mother's death. 'I don't know God's mystery, how he wants the world,' Yosef said. 'We are taught that everything that happens in the world is called Divine Providence.'
