To "See" the Good

To "See" the Good

My name is Yaakov, and I live in Beit Shemesh.

It was a cool evening, and my mother and I went out to the supermarket together. We were walking along, al- most at the store, when Ima suddenly began going through her purse and pockets.

"What happened, Ima?" I asked. "What are you missing?"

"I think I forgot my credit card on the kitchen table," she responded.

"Oh, no!" What a pain, to walk all the way back home now, I thought to myself.

But there was no choice. We turned around and retraced our steps, some of the fun definitely gone now from our little "outing." When we got home, there was a woman we didn't recognize waiting at the door.

"Do you live here?" she asked. "Yes, I do,” Ima responded immediately.

"I came for your sale on baking items," she said. "I've been knocking for a few moments, and I was about to leave."

"Oh," said Ima, "then please come in." Ima led her to the little closed porch off the dining room, where we keep the whole stock of boutique baking products for our sale. The woman looked around, asked for a bag, and began filling it with a variety of products, taking five or six of almost every item on the shelves. She finished making her choices, which were worth a large sum of money, within a few minutes.

"Thank you," she told Ima, handing over her payment in cash. "I'm making a pidyon haben for my grandson, and I needed these right away."

"Sure," Ima responded, smiling. This was the type of purchase that kept our store going. What hashgachah that we came home in time!