I am at the end of a difficult period of suffering, long months of dealing with an illness too difficult to bear. Repeated surgeries, exhausting treatments, radiation, pain and suffering that give no rest. I was on an endless march though this darkness, and suddenly a ray of light came in through this phone line: in the dark tunnel with no end in sight, Hashgachah Pratis and the newsletters filled with words of emunah and bitachon. They pierced my heart, lit up the way for me, and showed me a new perspective. Everything that Hashem does is good, even if we don’t understand how, and even if it seems to us to be harsh. I learned to give thanks for everything, even for what seems like yissurim. The friends who came to visit me thought they would find me broken and depressed, but they were amazed to discover a happy and serene person who was strengthening them from his own sickbed. I also managed to uplift the spirits of my family and to shower them with emunah and bitachon. Hashem’s kindness is endless. “I cried out to You and You healed me” (Tehillim 30:3).
Now that I have had my yeshuah, I am filled with thanks for all the revealed good, and thank you from the depths of my heart for accompanying me through my most difficult hours.
