A melamed from Beit Shemesh relates: At the end of the winter zman, with the beautiful blossoming of spring and the gorgeous weather that Hashem in His mercies provided, we took our talmidim to a park in Ashdod. This was a large park with a lot of grass and wonderful swings and slides, and the children were playing with great enthusiasm.
We, the melamdim, sat off to the side and ate a meal. When we finished eating I wanted to bentch, but then I recalled that the bentcher I always take everywhere with me had remained behind on the bus, some distance away from where we were sitting. I wondered what I could do, being that a short while ago I had taken upon myself to always say Birkas Hamazon from a bentcher, and I was always careful to do so!
While I was thinking, a maintenance man in the park walked over to us. “I see you are religious Jews,” he said, holding his hand out toward us. “I found this. Perhaps you want it?”
“Yes!” I said immediately. “This” was none other than a bentcher! Thus I was able to keep to my kaballah and read the bentching word for word, and the other melamdim were able to do so as well, aside from the zechus we had in saving this bentcher from likely being defiled and thrown into the garbage.
I felt tangibly that I was being helped from Above to maintain my kaballah and to bentch properly before Hashem.
