Shortly before Pesach I got a call from the bank. “If you don’t deposit money right now,” the teller said, “we’ll have to place restrictions on your account.”
A restricted account is a problem I can’t allow myself. I took all the cash I had and deposited it into the account. What next? I had no idea. How would we buy what we needed at the grocery store tomorrow? Good question. How would we prepare for Pesach? An even better question.
I was back in the midbar, knowing that all the mann was going to be used up and that I had nothing on hand to feed my children tomorrow. Tomorrow we would see; tomorrow there would be mann from Shamayim again.
Indeed, right after I made the big deposit that emptied my wallet down to the last penny, an avreich called and told me, “I transferred money to your account.”
I was very happy, but I did not see the money in my account – not that day and not the next day. I called the avreich and asked where exactly he had deposited the money. “Into the Bank Discount account,” he said.
I don’t have an account in Bank Discount. I called my son.
“Do you have an account in Bank Discount?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Someone told me he put money into a Bank Discount account for me. Perhaps the money was deposited in your account?”
Within moments, the hashgachah pratis was revealed in all its glory:
This avreich has been depositing money for me regularly for the past two years. He thought the Bank Discount account was mine, and he was sure I was receiving the money. In truth, the money was going into my son’s account, and he, being impeccably honest, did not understand how he was receiving that money, so he did not use it.
Now, the source and the purpose of the money were revealed, and so my son transferred the entire accumulated sum into my account at once. It was amazing to see how Hakadosh Baruch Hu had saved this sum for me for when I would need it badly, so I could prepare for Pesach with all my needs amply met.
