to me: 'Dad, look, a little baby is walking around alone' The street was almost empty, and Shabbat songs could be heard from the houses, a two-year-old toddler was walking around alone, in his Shabbat clothes and looked completely exhausted, but he didn't cry and maybe that's why no one approached him. We waited for five minutes, no one came, we tried to ask for his name. He didn't answer and started crying. I understood that there was no choice, the responsibility was mine, I knew about a Gemach home for lost children located about a twenty-minute walk, I sent the children home, to let them know that I was delayed, and I took the child to the Gemach. When I got to the Gemach house, they told me that a few minutes ago someone came running and said that they had lost a two-year-old baby, and asked that if they found it, he would come and update them at a certain address. Since the address was on the way to my house, I suggested that I take the baby to them myself. I arrived at the address, went up to the family home, you could hear the worried voices from inside the house, I knocked on the door and who do you think is opening the door??? My manager (almost) 'Have you lost a two-year-old child?' I asked, he confirmed, 'It's my grandson,' 'He's fine,' I encouraged and returned the 'lost' happy grandfather, who 'just by chance' (just – what) was my boss, he didn't finish admitting it, 'How come no one noticed the baby? He was there for about two hours and only you found him? I explained to him that the street was full of people who had come back from the synagogues. And if the baby doesn't cry, no one thinks he's a lost child... We parted cordially and gratefully.
What can I say and what will I say, on Sunday I arrive at work, my friends shake their heads and share my grief, the boss is supposed to come and talk about new procedures, and probably fire me... He really comes, smiles at me like a good friend, the employees don't understand what's going on, he starts talking about the new work procedures, about standards and additions, and then he turns to me: 'I admit that I wanted to fire you, I really expect my employees to try a little bit more. But you know what? I found out that everyone makes a little effort in things related to him, and you have proven to be a little more effortless, in something that has nothing to do with you. You noticed a lost baby, and you stayed there, and you didn't leave it to anyone, I can't fire you, my dear, you know how to make an effort, I have no doubt that you will learn to do it at work as well..." The guy ends his personal story and says: 'The manager thought I made an effort to bring the baby back, but I know the truth, the one who summoned me to this whole scenario was Father in Heaven who saw that I really tried, yes, I made an effort beyond human ability not to enter Shabbat Kadesh sad and worried, after all, G-d commanded 'And you called Shabbat a pleasure' I didn't want to disappoint G-d and be sad , I made an effort in honor of Shabbat and G-d arranged everything else: That I should find the baby, that I would return him to his family, and that I would give myself back the place of work... Everything is under private providence and with God's help...
