A Yid from the North relates: One day, when I was working in a factory, the boss came over to me and asked me, “Would you be able to go out now and deliver an envelope?”
“Yes,” I responded. That is part of my job in the factory. The boss gave me an envelope containing $500, and I took it out to my car. It was a rainy day, and to ensure that the envelope wouldn’t get wet I put it into my suit-jacket pocket, so it was well protected.
When I started driving, I discovered that the gas gauge did not have good news for me; I had to fill my tank. I drove into a gas station, and from there I drove directly to the address he had given me, but then I discovered, to my shock, that I could not find the envelope.
How did it happen? I tried to recall the events of the previous fifteen minutes. I was asked to guard the envelope, but upon entering the car, I forgot to put it down properly in a secure place. And so, apparently, it had fallen out at some point.
In that moment I knew two things in a very clear way: The first was that everything that Hashem does is for the best. The second was that Hashem would not abandon me. I strengthened myself in emunah, and I called home to ask my family to say Tehillim and daven that I find the money quickly. Then I drove back to my workplace. I did not find the envelope there. I continued on to the gas station, where I then found it. The envelope was lying on the ground right where I’d parked while filling my tank with gas. No one had moved it from its place. It was torn because of the rain, but the full sum remained.
I felt that the zechus of my emunah stood by me. Thank you, Hashem!
