There was a fellow who was experiencing some chest pains after the fast of the seventeenth of Tammuz. When the pains persisted, he called Hatzalah. The plan of Hatzalah was to take him to the local hospital, just a few minutes from his house. But the man’s wife insisted that they go to a further hospital that was known to be better.
When the doctor checked the man, everything seemed to be fine. They did an EKG, they took blood, and his numbers were good. As a precaution, they kept him overnight. In the middle of the night, they did more testing, and again everything was fine.
The next morning, they did a third test, another EKG and more blood work and, once again, the numbers were fine. However, just to be sure, the doctor wanted to do an angiogram on him. There were twenty-four people scheduled for angiograms that day, but they were able to rush this man in to be the first of the day. After it was finished, the doctor told him he put in two stents, one in his main artery, which was 99% blocked. A little more blockage would have caused a massive heart attack.
Hashem has planned all this in order to save his life. The numbers seemed fine, yet all this was planned to be what saved his life.
The man was singing the praises of Hashem. First of all, they found out that the other hospital that they were suggested to go to didn’t even do angiograms on site. Furthermore, the man’s cousin who was a doctor in a different hospital saw all the his results and said it didn’t make any sense that they even did an angiogram, being that all of his numbers looked fine. Nobody had any idea of the danger that this man was in. Hashem saved his life, and he is forever grateful.
