I knew that the envelope was supposed to come. It contained payment for a certain job that I had done, and I was waiting impatiently for the money. I called the messenger who was supposed to bring me the envelope, and I asked him when I could expect him.
He apologized a thousand times. It was not pleasant for him to talk about, and he couldn’t imagine how it happened, but he could not find the envelope. “I have no idea where it could be. This is so strange. Believe me, I’ve looked everywhere.”
You can tell when someone is saying the truth. I did not suspect that he stole it, and I also didn’t blame him for negligence. The problem was the envelope. I needed the money.
What should we do?
Several days passed, and I asked myself again and again, What should we do? Hakadosh Baruch Hu had sent the angel of forgetfulness so the messenger would not find the envelope, and this meant that I had to make a cheshbon nefesh. What does Hashem want from me? Perhaps I should give more tzedakah?
Since this idea came up in my mind, I acted on it immediately. I took a sum of money and put it into an envelope, intending to give it to tzedakah immediately.
That same day the messenger called me. “Listen, I don’t understand what’s going on here. I don’t know why I couldn’t find the envelope before. It was there in my pocket! You can take it!”
I saw tangibly how Hakadosh Baruch Hu wanted to arouse me to give tzedakah, and once I “took the hint,” the envelope was found.
accept it.
“Why don’t you take it? It’s meant to be yours.”
“What do you mean? Do you even know me?”
“I’ll explain,” the driver said, while his wife nodded along, agreeing with everything he said. “We are traditional. There is money here to give a family with children. We decided that we would go to Bnei Brak and give the envelope to the first family we’d meet. You are the first family we met, so the money belongs to you!”
Considering the incredible series of events, I understood that Hakadosh Baruch Hu had sent me the money, and I took it happily and with thanks.
At home we counted the money, and we saw that the sum equaled the exact amount we had spent on Yom Tov expenses.
Not only that, but for some reason, on the envelope was written one word that explains everything: Tishrei.
