Yechiel had been searching for a shidduch for his son for a long time. His son was an outstanding bochur with many fine qualities, and Yechiel was looking for a girl with exceptional qualities to match. One day, while riding a bus in Yerushalayim, Yechiel overheard the cell phone conversation of the man sitting in front of him. He realized that the man was a shadchan speaking with someone named Shimon, who was looking for a shidduch for his daughter.
The shadchan took out his notebook and began recording the details, repeating them aloud as he wrote. He then asked Shimon what type of bochur he was looking for. Yechiel's face lit up. Everything he heard about the girl sounded exactly right for his son, but there was one important detail he still needed to know: the family's origins.
He gently tapped the shadchan on the shoulder and whispered, "Excuse me, but an experienced shadchan like yourself would surely ask where the girl's family originates from."
"Oh, yes, of course! I forgot. Thank you very much," the shadchan replied, proceeding to ask the question. That detail, too, sounded suitable. What incredible hashgachah pratis! Yechiel thought. Before ending the call, the shadchan asked Shimon for his phone number and repeated the digits aloud as he wrote them down. Yechiel quickly took out his own pen and notepad and recorded the number. That very day, he called Shimon, and a few weeks later, the couple was celebrating their engagement.
At the vort, the two mechutanim had a chance to speak, and Shimon asked, "Tell me, how did this shidduch come about? How did you find out about me and my daughter?" Yechiel related the remarkable story of the hashgachah pratis that had brought the shidduch to his attention.
Reprinted from the Parshas Lech Lecha 5787 email of The Weekly Vort. (Excerpted from the book – “Meant To Be.”)