A Yid from Beit Shemesh told me the following:
I went to Lizhensk with my son for Shabbos Parshas Beshalach. We were hoping for a major yeshuah regarding a certain matter; that is why we went to daven at this holy place.
On Friday night my wife suddenly felt terrible, unbearable pain in her back. What could we possibly do? There was no doctor there and no medication. The only thing we could do was go to “the specialist in Anipoli.” A Yid once came to one of the tzaddikim of previous generations to ask him for a refuah, and the tzaddik told him to “go to the specialist in Anipoli.”
The Yid traveled to Anipoli, which was then still a small, remote village, with no stores and, obviously, with no doctors. He asked the people there where he would find the doctor, and they all responded, incredulously, that there hadn’t been a doctor in their parts since the six days of creation.
“So what do you do if someone is not well?” the Yid asked.
“We turn to the Healer of all living flesh; we open a Tehillim and daven,” was their unique response.
When the Yid returned to his Rav and told him that he hadn’t found a doctor in Anipoli, the tzaddik told him, “Indeed, I meant that you should go to the Doctor whom the people of Anipoli frequent. Turn to Hakadosh Baruch Hu alone, and He will heal you.”
“That is truly what we felt,” the Yid from Beit Shemesh told me. “The only available doctor was the One from Anipoli. We davened for Hashem to heal her and for the pain to pass.”
Sunday morning came, and my wife was still in pain. She was sitting in the holy tziyun, and suddenly a doctor from Beitar Illit entered the ezras nashim; she specialized in the exact field we needed.
“Can you help me?” my wife asked her.
“Of course,” the woman responded. “Gladly!”
We were very excited. Hakadosh Baruch Hu had sent her all the way to Lizhensk just for us.
They left the tziyun to go back to the room where they were staying, when suddenly the doctor’s family members came over to her and told her to hurry up. They had to leave immediately, they said. They couldn’t wait another moment, or they might miss their flight.
The doctor ran to the bus, and we were left, shocked, in Lizhensk.
“We tried to understand why Hashem had sent her,” the Yid went on to tell me. “If Hashem had wanted to send us a doctor, she would not have been in such a hurry, and if Hashem didn’t want to bring us a doctor, then why did she come? What was her mission?
“Until we realized that Hakadosh Baruch Hu wanted us to strengthen this realization:
“We are awaiting a yeshuah, davening and hoping and doing everything so the yeshuah will come. Sometimes it seems to us that the yeshuah we seek is impossible. But Hakadosh Baruch Hu was telling us: Everything is possible! I could bring a doctor to Lizhensk. Look! I brought you one! But I don’t want her to heal you, because right now, the difficulty is for your good. The yissurim are for your good, and I don’t want to take them away from you.
No additional words necessary. Mi k’amcha Yisrael!
Gut Shabbat
Pinchas Shefer
Parshs Titzaveh-Ki Tisa 5784 ■ Issue 133
