A Yid from Bnei Brak relates: One Friday afternoon, close to Shabbos, my widowed aunt called and asked me to come to her home ASAP. What happened? There was an electrical outage in the whole house, and nothing was working – no hot plate, no air conditioning...and could I please come fix the problem.
I asked her a number of questions, and I concluded that the fuse was burnt out. She needed a new fuse.
“I have a new fuse at home,” I said happily. “I’m coming right away!”
During those moments I thanked Hashem that I was accustomed to preparing for Shabbos early. Baruch Hashem, everything was ready, and I could go out to my aunt and help her. I would just take the fuse and go.
But where was the fuse? I checked the regular place where my tools are kept, but I couldn’t not find it. I checked the closet with documents, the surface atop the refrigerator, and the corner closet in the kitchen, but I couldn’t find it. And so several valuable minutes ticked by, until I remembered that
