We share the following amazing story, as recently shared with us by the Rosenberg family from New York:
My son went on a trip as a reward for completing several Masechtos. He and my husband davened vasikin and left on a three-hour trip. While my son was high up on a mountain, he slipped off a 50-foot cliff and landed on his head. The rescue team was dispatched by helicopter. It was a nes in its own that my son was still able to communicate his location to the rescue team before his brain started bleeding and he slipped into a coma. He was flown to the hospital. The doctor's prognosis was bleak, and they prepared us for the worst ch”v. They warned that even if he ever woke up, his condition would be terrible. This was on the 21st day of Kislev.
Sitting next to my son in the ICU, I remembered that I had read in the Torah Wellsprings about a baby who was born without a stomach. The doctors gave her a zero chance of survival, but, after receiving a bracha from Rebbe Itzikel of Pshevorsk zt'l, they experienced a miraculous Yeshuah on Chanuka. Reb Itzikel commented later, "When the girl was born, and I spoke with the father, I understood from the father that it was impossible for the girl to survive. Therefore, I waited until there was an eis ratzon, the first night of Chanukah, and I pierced the heavens with my tefillos until I felt that I brought a yeshuah for this girl."
I decided then and there that this was our cure. We were in the right month. Chanukah was coming! He would recover!
My son was in a deep coma, but we ordered new eyeglasses because he lost the old ones. We overnighted them because we were getting ready for the big nes that was going to come. I also bought him a new winter jacket. My family thought we were crazy. I kept saying we were getting ready to bring home my son, but the doctor spoke of brain damage. The doctors complained to my husband that I am acting as though I don't understand English because I'm not reacting to their terrible prediction.
I ignored them, knowing that Chanukah is coming. Instead, we davened, we looked for zechusim, and waited for Hanukkah to begin.
My son's situation grew worse. My son listened to the sound of his family lighting the menorah the first three nights, but with no reaction, no response. He was in a deep coma. I sat next to him and cried. I believed that only a nes would save my child, and the world davened for him without let up.
And then on the fourth night of Chanukah, my son opened his eyes. By the fifth night of Chanukah, he was off the respirator. He did not even have one broken bone! The doctors could not explain any of it. By Zos Chanukah, our son was eating, talking, reading, and growing stronger every day. There was, Baruch Hashem, no brain damage whatsoever!
It is now three years from his amazing nes, and we decided to publicize our story so that everyone should realize the tremendous koach that lies in these lechtige days of Chanukah.
