I got off the bus, and only after it had driven off into the distance did I notice that I had left my hat on the bus. It’s not fun to lose a hat; it’s an expensive item, and I could not go without it. I had to see what to do in order to get it back.
In the meantime I wore a different hat, and I called the lost and found center to try and locate the missing hat. “Your hat is in the Central Bus Station,” the official answered me.
I did not want to go to the Central Bus Station, since it is a place filled with people, and there are major problems there with shemiras einayim. I know myself as someone who would have a really hard time managing in such a place without stumbling, so I refrained from going there.
I davened to Hashem to help me get my hat back without stumbling, and several days later the hat showed up at my house.
A Yid who had lost a suitcase had gone to the Central Bus Station to pick it up, and there he saw my hat and took it upon himself to return it to me. He saved my phone number, which was written on the hat, in his phone, and he tried to contact me no less than fifteen times. He did not receive a response, because each time, he had called during sedarim in kollel.
But he did not give up. When Hakadosh Baruch Hu wills it, even this does not stop a hat from arriving. This Yid knew my father, and he called him to ask him where I live, and he brought the hat all the way to my house!
