Half a year ago, my grandmother a”h was nifteres. My father, may Hashem lengthen his days, took it upon himself to daven for the amud throughout the year of mourning, l’ilui nishmasah. To that end, he arranged with a specific minyan that he would daven for the amud for both Shacharis and Minchah. Every day at 1 p.m. he davens for the amud in the minyan in our shul. This is a serious and important minyan.
One day my mother needed medical treatment in the hospital. The appointment was set up for the afternoon hours, and my father was feeling very pressured. How would he daven for the amud on that day? While it is possible to daven Minchah in the hospital, it was hard for him to depend on that.
On the morning of the appointment, before he managed to make any other arrangement, immediately after Shacharis, the gabbai came over to my father and told him, “The Minchah minyan at noon is available today. If you want, you can be the shaliach tzibbur.”
Of course, my father accepted the proposal happily, but he was also in shock. The Minchah minyan for which he usually davens was as set in stone as was the amud itself. Ever since the start of his year of mourning he had never altered his schedule and never had anyone approach him to suggest that he switch his minyan. Precisely on the day that he needed it, and precisely for Minchah, and precisely at the right hour, everything worked out in a singularly incredible way, so that he would never miss out on davening for the amud even once.
We were very excited by the he’aras Panim. We saw how in Shamayim they appreciate my father’s efforts, and he has special siyata diShmaya. May this story be l’ilui nishmas our grandmother a”h.
