During the lunch break, I ran home to pick something up and hurried to return to the yeshiva. The bus was slightly delayed, and by the time it arrived, it was packed with girls who had finished their studies, to the point that from both the front and the back I had no way to board without becoming entangled among the girls. I understood that despite the delay, I would not be able to push myself into such a bus.
I was disappointed, but a moment later I saw another bus arriving at the station. This bus had more space. I came to board it, but then a wave of girls from the first, crowded bus got off and flowed into the second bus. Once again, I could not board, and then I thought: if the first bus has emptied, I will run back to it.
As soon as I got back to the first bus, the driver closed the doors and refused to let me on. He drove off, and the second one followed, and so I remained standing at the station, anxious and with no solution for how to return to the yeshiva in time for the shiur. I lifted my eyes to Hashem and said: “I understand that everything is for the good, but please arrange a way for me to reach the yeshiva on time.”
A few moments passed, and an empty bus appeared at the station. It drove straight to the yeshiva, because at the other stations the first two buses had already picked up the passengers, and I merited to arrive on time, Baruch Hashem!!!
ב.ח.
