Our neighbors, a young couple with children, were getting ready to move, and packing occupied most of their time. I offered to help by doing some of their Shabbat cooking. I made them a kugel, a salad, and for the main course a small but full pot of cholent (Shabbat stew). My daughter brought them these items Friday afternoon.

Saturday morning I served my own family's meal. Removing one of the little pots from the fire and opening it, I was greeted with a sight that filled me with shock and embarrassment: Instead of the slice of chicken and the few pieces of squash which were to have been my main course, I saw cholent.

How could this be? Wasn't this the pot I sent to my neighbors?

Oh, no! I sent them the wrong pot! Instead of a main course for them and their family, they got a meager, single serving of chicken and a few bites of vegetable.

I would explain it to them later. In the meantime, I could only hope that they read regularly this "Other Side of the Story" column, which beautifully teaches about judging others favorably!