My son was hospitalized until the 11th of Nissan, and when we were discharged, I was in a state where I did not have even half a prutah in honor of the Yom Tov of Pesach, and I had no idea how I would begin the holiday. If I were to stretch out my hand in synagogues, it would take me two weeks to reach the amount required for the holiday expenses.
I hitched a ride from Beit Shemesh to my hometown, Beitar Illit. The vehicle was luxurious and comfortable, with a gracious and pleasant-mannered driver. Toward the end of the ride, the driver turned to me and said: “You look very troubled. Do you have what you need for Pesach?” I told him that I had just been discharged from the hospital with my son and wife, and I had not yet begun, and I had no idea where to even start...
“How much do you need for the holiday?” “Six thousand would be enough for me!” The driver stopped at the place where I had asked to be dropped off, pulled out an envelope from under the seat, counted out fifteen hundred dollars, and handed it to me with a smile and a warm blessing of “A kosher and happy Pesach!” [Chag kasher v’sameach!]
I did not know whether I was daydreaming or if the miracle was truly happening to me. With that money, I had a chag kasher v’sameach, and to this day—many years have passed since then—I remember this story and say to myself every time I am in need: “He who performed a miracle for you then will bring you salvations today as well!” It was as if Eliyahu HaNavi himself had come!
ה.ה.
