My sister arrived from Israel to visit my mother in the hospital. She decided that she would spend Friday night on a chair next to my mother’s bed.
“Please, ask the nurse for a pillow,” my mother kept asking me. “You are brave. You can do it.”
But I wasn’t brave. I said: “I cannot deal with this. If God doesn’t want her to use public transportation on Shabbat He will give her a pillow. Or maybe an air mattress.”
The next afternoon I asked: “How did it go?”
“Well,” my mother said, “around 11 PM a nurse came in and she gave your sister a bed.”
“In the hospital in Congo two people sleep in one bed, you could have easily done the same thing. But two beds -- that has its advantages as well.”