Just as I had started eating supper on Thursday evening, someone knocked on the door. It sounded like a child, who had decided that I needed to open the door for him. Children have a characteristic from which there is much to learn – they can knock for a long time without despairing. Ultimately, his stubbornness paid off, and I went to open the door.
“My mother asked if you have fifty shekels to lend us,” the neighbor’s son asked. I know this family well. They often need to borrow money for a short period of time, and I am happy to lend them the money. I went over to the shelf on the bottom of a cabinet to take fifty shekels from a certain envelope, but the envelope wasn’t there.
After I got off the bus, I realized I’d left behind a camera – a professional camera worth thousands of dollars. The next days were devoted to an ongoing search for the camera. I went to the municipal parking lot, looked for the bus and the driver, and found them both, but not the camera. I asked in the lost and found department, but there was no trace of the camera. I then decided to donate a sizable sum toward the dissemination of emunah. Even before I had finished that call, I received an incoming call from the lost and found department: They wanted to inform me that the camera had been found and brought to them.
I’ve been reading your newsletters for many years – reading and gaining chizuk. More recently, I’ve started listening to the phone line. I listen and I’m amazed. I feel that I’ve connected to a source of energy that gives strength for the entire day. How incredible that exactly – but exactly – three weeks after I started listening to the phone line I had to go through medical treatments. This isn’t the first time that I’ve needed to have these treatments, and in the past the days were too difficult to bear. Aside from the difficulty of the treatments, there are many difficulties surrounding them. The ride comes late, the wait for the doctor, the monetary expense, and so much more. For me and my family, the days when I’m in treatment are days of stress, anger, and pain. But now, since I started listening to the phone line, I’ve started feeling connected to Hashem, like a nursing child to its mother. All the difficulties disappeared, and everything was wonderful, full of only light; Hashem is in charge of me and I am in His Hands.
I never understood before why people say the phone line changed their lives, but now I understand. I have no words to thank you.
