I go to a shiur on the Ohr Hachaim Hakadosh every Thursday, and I bring along cake and crackers for everyone who comes.
The shiur is held on the second floor of a yeshivah building. There is another shiur that takes place in the same room just before the one I attend, but I seldom go to it.
Last Thursday, I happened to have been at the earlier shiur too, and I had the food with me in a bag for the participants of the shiur on the Ohr Hachaim.
In middle of that first shiur, I stepped out to go upstairs to the restroom, but since the janitor was washing the floor there, I went down to the ground floor instead.
On the ground floor, I met a Yid was also at that first shiur. “Do you have anything to eat?” he asked me.
“Of course,” I told him. “I have a whole bag of mezonos here. Please take whatever you want.”
The man made a brachah and ate. He thanked me for being a good shaliach to help him out. He was extremely hungry after a long day, and here he met up with the one person who had exactly what he needed.
It was hashgachas Hashem that I had to go down to the ground floor. Look how Hashem doesn’t forget anyone!
