Rav Mordechai Malachi shlit”a told the following story in the name of his friend, Rav Elchanan Tauber shlit”a from Brooklyn:
We live in New York and our parents live in London, so flying is routine for our family. It is expensive, because the price of a flight is much higher than that of an intercity bus. In general, every visit to our parents becomes a break from routine: Every time we travel we prepare to stay a while and spend a lot of money on traveling and keeping our family busy and preparing clothing and things we need for the way.
We are simple people – a father, a mother and three children, making the trip once again to be with Saba and Savta, to be close to them and give them nachas.
We had a very busy day, and from early morning we were preparing to travel. We left early enough, but things moved slowly at the airport and we had to wait a long time at each stage. At the various checkpoints we stood on long, slow-moving lines. What could have taken a minute took five. What seemed like it would be taken care of within a second took three.
I strengthened myself in emunah that all the delays were only for the good, but one thing worried me: the sun. It was making its way westward, and I hadn’t yet davened Minchah. I worriedly followed the clock and was happy when we made it onto the
