Coincidence? I think not


  1. I had to be home at a certain time so that I could go back out again a few minutes later. Don’t ask.
  2. The bus got caught in minor traffic and was a few minutes late.
  3. As I texted my father, who was meant to meet me outside of shul, to please wait one more minute, the cellphone unexpectedly died, and refused to turn back on for even one more message.
  4. My father had an errand to run and left shul much faster than usual.
  5. I rushed to shul. My father’s car was not in the parking lot, so I went in to ask the Rav if I could call my parents and let them know I would be a few minutes late.

Then what happened?

  1. The Rav told me that he’d seen my father not a minute ago, and went out to check the curb where, unknown to me, he sometimes parks.
  2. My father had just pulled away.
  3. Another Rav, whom I’d never met before, instantly asked where I was going until I gave up on saying that I really could walk on my own as long as my parents were called.
  4. Not only did he drive me home, he spent the entire ride telling me that it wasn’t out of his way, it was meant to be, and how on earth could I deprive him of the opportunity to do a mitzvah.
  5. Meanwhile, the Rav of the Shul called my parents to explain what happened and that I would be home safe soon.

Today was a day with many chasdai Hashem, some revealed and glorious, some hidden and painful. I am immensely grateful to all those who gave the day its glory and gave honour to Hashem.

Time for a favor

I had a day off a couple of days ago, and my mother decided to take me shopping. On our way out the store, she turns to me and asks for the time. Considering that I had left without a watch, phone, etc. (and possibly without a brain) I could only shrug.

A total stranger leaning against one of the checkout counters pulled out his phone and told us that it was 3:00. Very unexpected and most appreciated!

Helping hand

We had a major snowstorm in our area this week and some streets still haven’t been plowed properly, leaving piles of snow by the sides of the road. Today I saw an elderly women having difficulty getting herself and her cart over the slush. Two people, one of them a student at the local Jewish high school, helped her walk and move her bags over the pile of snow between the curb and the sidewalk to saftey.

I must say, in these times where one thing everyone has in common is hate, it’s nice to see another universal message. When someone reaches out their hand for help, how can you not respond?