A few months ago, the completion of the eighth children’s Sefer Torah was celebrated in Yerushalayim. Of course, in the months leading up to its completion, we organized a major campaign, ensuring that every child bought a letter in the sefer Torah.
We deal mostly with teens, and the sefer Torah is only for bar/bas mitzvah and under, but I still put some flyers up. We asked our teens if they had any younger siblings that didn’t yet have a letter.
“My brother, Andre*,” one teen volunteered.
I sent him home with the form, and he brought it back, filled out, with one euro attached.
At that time, Andre was enjoying Camp Gan Israel. A week or so later, they took a trip. During the trip, Andre wandered off for a few minutes with a friend. In those few minutes, someone attempted to kidnap them, but they screamed for help, and, by some miracle, they managed to escape and return to the bus unscathed.
“I don’t believe it!” Andre’s mother exclaimed. “I just received a certificate in the mail, bearing his name and letter in the sefer Torah. I have no doubt that’s what protected him!”
