Lifnim Meshuras Hadin

My husband and I were once asked for directions to the Van Wyck. We were driving home from Brooklyn off the Marine Park Bridge, and the ladies who asked us for directions were totally lost. We started to explain how to get there, saw they were more confused than ever, and told them to follow us and we drove all the way to the approach to the Van Wyck until they knew where they were going. It took us about 40 minutes or so out of way, but we saw the s’char mitzvha middah k’neged middah, when my husband took my son to Yankee Stadium one night, and THEY got totally lost when leaving, having taken one wrong turn, and were somewhere in the Bronx. They were driving around and around, with NO cell phone (that, and a GPS were purchased right after this), and all of a sudden they saw some guys and asked for directions back to the highway. the guys started to explain, but my husband was getting more and more confused with all the twists and turns, and the fellow said to follow him, he would take him to the road to the highway. Huge leap of faith after midnight int he Bronx, but he guy was as good as his word. Thankfully, they were brought directly to the highway entrance. Cast your bread…(good aphorism for this week, huh?)