“‘ וְאֶל אֱלֹקַי אֶקְרָא, וַיִּשְׁמַע מֵהֵיכָלוֹ קוֹלִי וְשַׁוְעָתִי בְּאָזְנָיו“ )ש“ ב כב:זבַּצַּר לִי אֶקְרָא ה).
In my distress I called upon Hashem; to my God I called out. From His Sanctuary He heard my voice, and my cry came into His ears. (Shmuel II 22:7- Hatfarah for Haazinu)
A God-fearing Jew, wholesome and upright in his ways, once shared with me the following story. He had sought to enroll his fine young son in a certain yeshivah that, in his eyes, was particularly suitable and well-matched to the boy’s character and aspirations.
However, this yeshivah was among the most prestigious and sought-after institutions, standing among the foremost in the world of yeshivos. As is well known, it is extremely difficult to gain admission to such a prominent yeshivah; of the hundreds of applicants who register each year, only about one-third are ultimately accepted.
The father thus understood that the chances of his son being accepted were quite slim. From
