As related by Rabbi Yehuda Leib Groner, a member of the Rebbe's secretariat.
Recently, a woman told me that she had been very disturbed as she had never received a dollar from the Rebbe.
[Ed.'s note: For a number of years the Rebbe distributed dollar bills each Sunday to anyone who came to "770"-Lubavitch World Headquarters. These dollars were intended to be given to charity. Most people "exchanged" the dollar for one of their own which they gave to charity and kept the dollar from the Rebbe. At the time when the Rebbe was distributing dollars he would also often speak with the individual very briefly, blessing him or her with whatever he needed.]
The woman wrote a letter to the Rebbe stating that though she had never received a dollar, she was sure that the Rebbe would find a way to give her one. She placed the letter randomly in one of the volumes of Igrot Kodesh-the Rebbe's personal correspondence throughout the years to a multitude of people, and soon afterwards went to "770" to pray.
In "770," someone approached her and asked, "Did you ever get a dollar from the Rebbe?" After confirming that the woman had never received a dollar, she said, "If that's the case, I have a dollar for you."
The first woman did not want to accept the dollar as she assumed it had been given personally to the other woman. But the second woman responded, "It's not my dollar. Some years ago, I found a dollar as I was walking down the street. On it was written the date and that it had been received from the Rebbe. I noted when and where I found it and posted a few notices to try to find the person who had lost it. But no one has claimed it all these years. The 'anniversary' of my finding the dollar was a week or two ago and I decided it was time to give it to someone who had never received a dollar from the Rebbe."
The woman accepted the dollar gladly. She wrote a letter thanking the Rebbe for the dollar and inserted the letter into the Igrot Kodesh. On the page she opened to the Rebbe was quoting the Talmud, "He who takes a coin from Job [who was a righteous person] is blessed."
In black and white the Rebbe was confirming for her that the dollar was from him, a "coin from Job."
A little while after that, the woman came to me saying that she was still not satisfied.
"But you received a dollar from the Rebbe and a confirmation that the dollar was from the Rebbe!" I reminded her.
She said that for the past few days she had not been feeling well. She decided to write to the Rebbe once again, this time concerning her health, and she put the letter into a different volume of the Igrot Kodesh.
The page she opened to contained a letter that said, "I don't understand why you are complaining. Our Sages say, 'He who takes a coin...' In a dollar there are one hundred coins, so why are you concerned and unhappy?"
The second letter was a confirmation and continuation of the first letter.
A week later, a young man came into my office.
"I am just returning from the 'Ohel' [the Rebbe's resting place] and I had a miracle today!"
The young man explained to me that he had been unable to make the mortgage payments on his house and the bank had taken it away. The bank offered to sell it back to him but he knew he would not be able to make the hefty mortgage payments. He gave them an offer which was much lower. The bank told him, "We'll make a deal with you. You buy the house for the amount you think you can pay and we'll somehow find a way to get the balance from you, but not as part of your mortgage."
That wasn't a feasible solution for the young man as he didn't have the means to pay the balance even "somehow."
The young man went to the Ohel and asked the Rebbe for a blessing that the bank should forgo the balance and that he should only have to pay the amount he had told them he could afford.
As he was leaving the Ohel, his cell phone rang. It was the bank manager. They had just had a meeting of the mortgage committee and had decided to accept his offer with no obligation to pay the balance.
While I was in Israel a few weeks ago, a man from Kiryat Gat approached me. He told me that his eight-year-old daughter had suddenly stopped seeing out of her left eye. They had taken her to a number of doctors who all told them that the loss of eyesight was inexplicable and they could do nothing for her. The distraught father asked me if, when I return to New York, I would mention her name to the Rebbe at the Ohel. I wrote down her name and her mother's name and upon my return to New York went to the Ohel and fulfilled the father's request.
Today, I received a phone call from my son in Israel. The man had asked my son to call me and relay the good news that soon after I mentioned his daughter's name at the Ohel she began to see again in her left eye. They took her back to one of the eye specialists who confirmed that her eyesight had been completely restored. The doctor had no way of explaining it.
