Chizkiyah said, "A person's prayer is not heard unless he puts his heart like flesh (like flesh that is soft and not like a stone that is hard – Rashi)... . [From 'I Believed and Spoke']
We learn about the power of prayer out of heartbreak from the following incident narrated by the author of the act:
When I was about to marry off my fifth son, I was in distress. As is customary in our country, I promised to pay half-and-half, as I had done in the previous four, and this is how the current engagement contract was signed between the parents. However, the marriage of the first child is not the same as the marriage of the fifth child. In the first you eat savings, in the second you raise loans, on the third and fourth you roll over the Gemachs, and on the fifth you learn to raise your hands to the sky... Because there is no other way out. Who can buy five half-apartments in six years with the money of a normal salary? No one! Even though it is known that children's matches are a miracle, nevertheless the miracle is not always remembered... Especially when he rolls around in a natural look - the 'concierge', a good friend, raises a large loan, the brother-in-law opens his deposit and sometimes even wins with a lottery ticket...As if they were normal and normal things... Until we learn to pray and ask, and again to pray and ask the third partner to perform miracles, because there is no other name for it. Every wedding is a miracle. And so I arrived at the wedding with all my assets mortgaged to the previous weddings, a mortgage on my house and debts to the bank, loans from friends, a guarantee from the boss, everything was tried and exhausted to the fullest, and my commitment to the wedding remains the same. The largest and main sum: half an apartment - I didn't have it. In addition, there was another trouble at the door: it was in an era of a very unstable economy. In those days, when I was looking for a loan to help me get to the desired apartment, a rumor circulated that the pound was about to undergo a depreciation that would increase the price of the dollar twofold, that is, if we assume that the dollar is currently worth one pound – or to two pounds, it will be worth two pounds. And since the price of an apartment was set in dollars [so it was at the time], And I get drunk in pounds – I'll have to pay twice as much, for the same amount...
Obviously, I was very "burned" to pay for the apartment now, at its current price, and not twice as much. That is, if I could find money now, I would buy dollars at their price now, and I would be able to pay for the apartment more easily. All these calculations were going around in my mind, without any possibility of actually doing anything, because, in fact, I had neither pounds nor dollars... "Whoever has the pound in his hand also has the dollar," I thought to myself, "God doesn't matter the amount or the form, if He wants to give it to me, He will give me what I need, in whatever form I need. If so, I have no choice but to ask him.'
I decided that instead of running between places where I would be told 'nothing', I would go directly to G-d's address and ask Him for what I needed. I drove to the Western Wall, where I sat down to recite all the Tehillim in tears. I sat there for three hours, at the end of which I whispered a personal prayer, and headed out towards the station. An elderly man stopped me and asked if I could spare him for a few minutes. Of course, I answered in the affirmative. "I have a large sum of money," the stranger began and said, "and I don't want to leave it at home or in the bank, or with my children, because I don't want them to know what the sums are, and I don't want them to fight after my hundred and twenty. I thought of entrusting it to a loyal man, who would take it upon himself to find out when I was going to my worldly home, and then distribute the money to my children. I went to the Western Wall. And I asked G-d to enlighten me to whom to give the money I had brought with me, and I sat for hours to see who was coming and to whom I would turn to. I saw you, and for some reason, I liked you. I see this as a sign from heaven. Would you be willing to take the money from me, keep it with you, and take an interest from time to time what is happening with me?"
I opened my mouth in amazement. It seemed like a story that someone was in the middle of the night. A stranger stops me, and wants to give me money for an unknown period, and trusts me, someone unknown, not to take the money for myself... I felt as if in the story of her story. Of course I agreed. I told the stranger my story about why and why I came to pray today at the Western Wall, and he smiled happily and said: 'I knew you were the one with whom I had to deposit the money, I felt...' And so, on the spot, the man pulls out a large bundle of bills, and we count it while we are standing in the corner of the Western Wall plaza. There was a huge sum there, beyond what I needed at the time, he wrote me his name and address. He made sure I knew all the details, and left. To my astonishment, it took me a little longer before I could get my legs out of the place.
I went back to the Western Wall for a prayer of thanksgiving, and from there I went to the bank, deposited the money in the contractor's favor, and the apartment became ours. That is, the young couple's. Afterwards, I immediately rushed to the money changer to exchange the remaining amount, which was, also large, for dollars. Two days later, the pound depreciated, and every dollar I had became worth twice (!) its value, in Israeli money. With this money, I married off my sixth child... After we had married all our children, I collected the large sum of money from penny to penny, and when I had all the sum of the deposit, I wondered what I would do now. I didn't want to leave such a large sum of money in my house, and on the other hand, my mission, as I knew from the inquiries I made every month, was not finished, the old man lived long and years and is still alive. I decided to call him and ask for his advice, maybe, after all, he wants to do something else with the money. I call, his son answers, and says in a voice that did not hide the trembling, because his father passed away two hours ago, and his funeral will be coming soon...I came, of course, to give him one last favor, that was the least I could do after the great kindness he had shown me.
At Shiva, when I came to console him, I told his surprised sons about the deposit, they were no less surprised by the story than I was.
