The following story was told by Mr. Yirmiyahu Yarden in the popular Jewish-American newspaper (Jewish Press:
A few years ago, I was struck by a serious illness that put my life in great danger. My condition deteriorated rapidly, and I was already between life and death. I was hospitalized in first-class medical centers that specialize in curing such diseases. I was treated with dedication and professionalism by great, renowned doctors. After many long treatments, the disease began to recede, until my body completely overcame it. However, the "exemption" I received from the serious illness was only temporary, and the joy was premature. After a while, she came back to me. It started with a mild infection, which I wasn't so afraid of, but it spread very quickly, and got worse. I went back to the doctors, underwent extensive tests, at the end of which I was sadly told that I had no choice but to undergo a complicated and complex surgery again. I already knew the medical staff. I trusted the doctor with my eyes closed, who operated on me last time, and it was only natural that his medical file would be entrusted to him now. However, the doctor was not in the area at the time, and my serious condition required a quick operation. I had no choice but to have another doctor operate on me. It was decided to perform the surgery with Professor S., a Jew, an expert in the field of disease. I was scheduled for an urgent appointment for surgery in a few days. The day has arrived. I was taken into the operating room - and at the end of the meticulous preparations, I was injected with an injection of anesthesia. I haven't felt myself since. The surgery began. Suddenly, in the middle of the operation, I woke up. I felt myself, my body. My consciousness suddenly became clear, but I didn't feel any pain. I looked around me, wanting to be sure that I was awake and my feeling was getting stronger by the minute. When I looked in front of me, I suddenly saw the image of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. I couldn't believe my eyes. A vivid vision! The Rebbe caressed me with his holy eyes and asked me to tell the surgeon that if he put on tefillin every day, his daughter would recover from her illness (may all the people of Israel return to their quarry). I told the Rebbe that I would try to pass things on to the surgeon. I finished talking and... Is. The vision has expired. I didn't feel myself again. But this time it was out of excitement following the same vision. The nurse, who was standing next to me, heard me muttering a few words and hurried to tell the doctor that I had woken up.
"Put him to sleep again," the doctor ordered. "He will not be able to bear the intensity of the pain like this." When the nurse approached me with the syringe, I resisted. I insisted on talking to the professor. He went to my bed and asked me a few questions to check how awake I was. I answered everything correctly and he realized that I was fully conscious. He was amazed. He had never witnessed such a phenomenon. At that moment, I plucked up the courage and said to him with an excited heart: "You may think that I am crazy, but I have a mission for you, and I want to fulfill it. Do you know who the Lubavitcher Rebbe is?" I asked. "I heard about him. Why are you asking?" he asked indifferently. "Just a few moments ago, I suddenly saw the figure of the Rebbe in front of me. The Rebbe asked me to tell you that if you start putting on tefillin every day, your daughter will get well," I breathed deeply. I don't remember the doctor's response, because as soon as I finished speaking, I fell into a deep slumber again.
I woke up in the recovery room, after the operation was complete. I lay down with many thoughts going through my head, when suddenly the doctor came up to me. He held my hand and with tears in his eyes he said: "I believe! I believe what you saw!" A few seconds passed, and then he continued: "The last time I visited the synagogue was on my Bar Mitzvah. From then until this morning, I had no connection to the Creator of the world or to the observance of any mitzvot. Now, my daughter is very ill and in critical condition. The doctors, including me, don't give her any chance of life." "What an absurdity: I heal others, and I cannot heal her—my dear daughter—nor alleviate her suffering. After I gave up, I decided to try a path I never believed in." "This morning I found myself getting up and praying to my God, whose existence I had not yet been convinced of. I begged Him to heal my daughter. I also asked him to send me some sign that I would know that my prayer had been heard and accepted." "And now, a few hours later, in the middle of your operation, you opened your eyes in a completely unnatural way. You should have been well anesthetized for some time after the surgery was over. With complete clarity of mind, you gave me the mission of the Lubavitcher Rebbe – and immediately sat down, on your own, into a state of unconsciousness. You didn't even give me time to respond. I felt that the sign I was asking for had arrived. You can already imagine what I could have thought in those moments." The doctor returned to his quarry, and his daughter was cured on the way – a miracle and they were both safe and sound.
