I entered the grocery store and saw a new candy. I have a weakness for candies, and I must buy every new candy. (By the way, I usually do not eat them.) So I took the new candy, and at the checkout I was told that it was on sale, “three for ten.” Of course, the brainwashing of the sales campaign worked on me, and I took “three for ten.”
After I left the store I asked myself: “You in any case do not eat candies, but you have this incomprehensible weakness to buy. So buy for your wife or your child. But what will you do with three of them?” While I was occupied with these thoughts, I entered to visit a friend who works in a store near my Kollel. Immediately I pulled out from my pocket the extra candy and gave it to him. He asked in wonder: “What’s the occasion?” I explained to him that I bought it on sale and I am happy to give it to him...
The next day the friend met me and said with excitement: “You have no idea what hashgacha pratis I had with the candy you gave me!!! In the evening hours, when I arrived home, I received a call from a delivery man who asked: ‘The Weiss family from such-and-such street, such-and-such number?’ I answered that it was indeed the Weiss family from that street, but at a distance of two buildings from there...
The delivery man said that he had a package for me, and I sent a child to collect the package. It was a decorated package with chocolates, candies, and lollipops of every shape and color. Everyone was excited, but we waited for Imma to see and open the beautiful package we had received. Finally Imma arrived, and the phone rang. I answered, and the delivery man, panting, said that there had been a mistake, and he needed to deliver the package to the Weiss family of another building, and he asked if we had already eaten from it. I reassured him that everything was standing intact as it was, and he returned to collect the package.
All the members of the household were disappointed, some more and some less, but they understood that there had been a mistake. Everyone understood except for the five-year-old child, who lay down on the ground, stomped with his feet, beat with his hands, and wailed with bitter crying until we found no way to calm his crying because of his unbearable disappointment... And then I put my hand into my pocket to find a key that I needed, and instead of the key I found the lollipop that you gave me today. I showed him the candy that was wrapped in a new and shiny package. Immediately he leapt and with excitement and with a smile he took the new candy, and the land was quiet.
“Now do you understand why you bought the extra candy? Not because you have a weakness, and not because you are subjugated to sales, but rather everything was with special hashgacha to calm my little son, who did not have the tools to cope with the unbearable disappointment!!!” ש.ר.
