Yesterday we drove our rental car to a dealership in Talpiyot, Jerusalem. We decided to buy a car. A few factors led us to this point. The first was that on Yom Haatzmaut, our daughter fell off her scooter (no, don't close your eyes to just see what happens) and needed stitches. Any time a child requires medical attention, it is stressful. Add on top of that a national lockdown, and that while you live in Beit Shemesh, Ramat Beit Shemesh (your neighbor) is a red zone prompting even tighter restrictions, the recipe equals disaster. Our neighbor was kind enough while hearing the crying (as we were trying to figure out what was going on), to let us borrow her car. This was incredibly kind, except that after two throw up episodes, we felt terrible. They insisted it was a chesed and not to worry, but we worried (if the circumstances were flipped, we'd be a little annoyed, even though it's the right thing to do - - doesn't mean to not try to make it right and sho...