Shiva Or Not

I read that there was a mourner on our street, but I was very nervous about going there because I feared there would not be a minyon (there wasn’t one the day before). So at Mincha time I began walking towards Ahavas Shalom. Then I saw a fellow congregant heading the other way and I began to think—and a few second later I called out to him “Are you going to the shiva home?” He was. Even though he was just one person, that gave me the confidence to go. The mourner was very pleased to see me, and we soon had a minyon. I am glad I decided to go.

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