We received a wonderful story about private providence, which took place in the last few years. The whole story is true and it was told to us by one of the greatest heads of yeshivot in Jerusalem (who prefers to remain anonymous), a great Torah scholar in his own right, who will be honored for the precious time he devoted to us to tell the story. This is also the place to thank him for this. And here is the story:
In the United States, there is an ultra-Orthodox Jew named Chaim Rimmer (pseudonym), a businessman from around the world. Thank God, his livelihood was profitable. The problem is that he was not willing to donate even a single shekel to institutions for the study of Torah – kollels and yeshivot. He gladly donated to medical organizations, Gemachim, etc., but to Bnei Torah, who are diligent in their studies day and night, he flatly refused, and returned emptily to all the various "deportees." "Let them go to work," he claimed, "just as I worked and earned my money with hard work and honesty, they can also act like me. Why shouldn't they do that?" There were those who tried to explain to him his mistake, to explain to him the importance of Torah students – but they failed. They encountered a wall as sealed as iron, which was not willing to be broken in the face of any argument. He was not stingy, but to contribute to Torah students – he refused with all his might. Soon, all the heads of yeshivot and kollels, who were stomping their feet in a foreign land in order to obtain money for Torah students, knew, With whom they have nothing to look for.
He had a daughter, the same Chaim Rimmer, who was kosher and modest. Unfortunately for her, she was sick with a rare disease, one of the consequences of which is that a daughter cannot marry anyone, but only a person who has the same disease. Her father called the best doctors to try to find a cure for her, without much success. When his daughter reached her retirement, her parents turned to the best matchmakers in America and abroad to find her a match that would meet the rare requirement. However, the days pass, and weeks and months pass, and the telephone in the house remains silent. It is true that Chaim Helez promised a handsome gift to a matchmaker who would match his daughter with her marriage, but the matchmakers repeatedly claimed, and they were even right – out of the tens of thousands of ultra-Orthodox guys of your daughter's age, the chances of finding a young man who is sick with this rare disease are nil! And so the years go by, the unfortunate daughter's friends are already happily married and embracing children, and there is no match for her. In their distress, her father decided to fly to the Holy Land and pray in a place from which the Shekhina had never moved, at the Western Wall. He booked a plane ticket and traveled alone to the Holy Land. His wife preferred to stay in the United States because of her work.
The flight went well, and he landed in Israel. As he left the airport, he got into the first taxi that came his way, heading to the "Ramada Renaissance", one of the most prestigious hotels in Jerusalem. Upon arriving at the hotel, he immediately put his belongings in the room assigned to him and left the hotel again to stop a taxi to the Western Wall, the remnant of our Temple. After a short drive, he was already there, walking gently towards the Western Wall. It was a summer afternoon, and a light Jerusalem breeze blew and entertained the hem of his suit. He took a book of Psalms and sat down on one of the empty chairs in the plaza, intending to begin praying and supplicating for his dear daughter, for whom he had left his extensive business and come here. The problem was that he suddenly felt as if his heart was not with him. All emotions were blocked. The tears dried up, and it was as if he had not come specifically to pray for his daughter who had been delayed in the match, but to look at the ancient stones and the white doves. He didn't even feel like opening the book of Psalms. He surveys the area around him in despair, when a cold, strange feeling creeps into his heart. A few meters away, he notices a yeshiva student standing and reading Psalms with great excitement, his tears wetting his suit. Every now and then he takes out a handkerchief and wipes off his tears, to no avail. It seems that a serious trouble is happening to him. Chaim Rimmer looks at him for a few minutes, but the yeshiva student does not notice and continues to pray softly. After a long few minutes, like an eternity, when our acquaintance thinks to himself: 'What am I doing? Why don't I pray like this? After all, I came here from far away to pray for my daughter in particular. This is not the time for dreams!' – he suddenly felt a wave of awakening pass over him, and he soon began to read the Psalms with emotion, as tears of piercing sorrow began to fall from his eyes that wet the book of Psalms. He read and read non-stop, After about an hour of reading Psalms, he stopped and looked again at the red-cheeked yeshiva student, who continued to pray in tears.
He decided, 'That's it. I'm going to go up to him and ask what happened'... And from thought to action. He turned to the yeshiva student and asked him: "Sorry to interrupt, but... I've just been here for over an hour and see you reading Psalms with tears and tears... It seems that the situation is serious... Maybe I can help with something?" The yeshiva student looked at him with red eyes and said: "You will merit the mitzvot, but I don't think you can help, you have nothing to worry about." Only after many pleas did the student agree to tell him. "Listen, I have a daughter who came to a shidduchin relationship with a great young man in Torah, God-fearing and possessed of virtue, who studies very diligently. The problem is one: I don't have money for the wedding expenses, the dowry, the hall and basically nothing. And that's in addition to the day-to-day debts that have been weighing on me for years. Therefore, my deep concern is that the shidduch is about to be canceled, to our great regret. I said to myself, I'll come here and pray to the inventor out of nowhere, to send me his help."
Chaim Rimmer heard this, and his heart sank within him. He was caught in a storm of emotions. On the one hand, the yeshiva student moved him so much in his prayers, thanks to which he woke up to pray for his own daughter, and it seemed to him that he had nothing in his world other than Torah study (literally...). But on the other hand, he "does not customarily" support Bnei Torah... After long moments of thought, he decided to give the yeshiva student all the money he needed. The decision was not easy, but he found himself quickly asking the surprised student: "How much does all the wedding expenses total?" Now it was the student's turn to think. "Two hundred thousand shekels," he replied after a long thought. To the student's astonishment, Haim took out a checkbook from the pocket of his suit and wrote down the sum of $55,000 on it. He handed it to the student who was in shock.
After a minute, the yeshiva student came to his senses from his great surprise and began to recite all the blessings written in the Torah, excited and happy. When he finished, he asked Chaim what he was doing here, and why he thought to donate the entire sum to him in full. The stream of tears broke out again, and Chaim began to tell him about the wealth that Hashem had blessed, and the story of his daughter, who is sick with a rare disease and has not been able to find a match for many years. The yeshiva student calmed him down and blessed him. "Who knows, maybe thanks to the great kindness that you have given to us, your daughter will find the right guy soon." Haim answered, "Amen," an emotion from the bottom of his heart, and they parted ways by exchanging phone numbers, with the yeshiva student constantly continuing to congratulate him and thank him for his great help. "If he finds a suitable guy, I'll call you," he promised.
From the Western Wall, the yeshiva student turned to the bank where his accounts were managed. He also owes money to this bank... He went to the bank clerk, who was ultra-Orthodox, and handed him the check. The clerk saw the amount, and a cry of surprise was heard from his mouth. "You??? That amount? How do you get all this?" He continued, "After all, you're constantly rolling over debts, and at most you deposit checks for a few hundred shekels," the clerk didn't calm down and added in a whisper, "Sometimes you come back." "Calm down, Shmulik," the yeshiva student said to him, "come and hear the story that is hidden behind this chic." The clerk listened like an earpiece, and the yeshiva student began to tell him the whole story excitedly, about his financial distress, about Chaim Rimmer and about his daughter who was looking for a match.
When he finished, the clerk jumped up like a snake bite. "You won't believe it, I have a brother, that his son has exactly this disease!!. He is a yeshiva student who studies here in Jerusalem. My brother told me a few months ago that his son is looking for a match, but he can't get married, so he will find a daughter of Israel who also has this disease!" The clerk hurried to call his brother and find out the name of the disease. It turned out to be the same, and Chaim Rimmer's daughter and nephew were sick with the same incurable disease. The next phone call was to Chaim Rimmer, who was staying in his hotel room at the time. He arrived at the bank within fifteen minutes. Within three weeks, a plate broke there, much to the delight of all parties.
