Nestled high at the peak of Har Chermon is a small yishuv, home to the Bechor family. Mrs. Bechor asked me to come check her mezuzos, so I climbed the mountain and took down every mezuzah in her home.
One of the bedroom mezuzos had a word missing. I told her the mezuzah was pasul and would need to be replaced, but since it was just a couple of days before Yom Kippur, we could wait until after Yom Tov.
Mrs. Bechor called me again the night before Yom Kippur. Knowing a mezuzah was pasul was bothering her too much, and she couldn’t stand to wait even one more day! She begged me to bring a replacement as soon as possible.
After kaparos, in the early hours of the morning, I headed back to the Bechor house, replacement mezuzah in hand. As I affixed it on the bedroom doorpost, Mrs. Bechor thanked me and asked why the other mezuzah was pasul.
“The word matar - dew - was missing completely,” I told her.
Mrs. Bechor gasped. “I don’t believe it!” she cried. “This room, with the pasul mezuzah, is where my son sleeps. He works for an agricultural company, developing a technology that can sense water flow in fields and areas through satellite imaging. Things have not been going well at all. Now I’m sure everything will turn around!”
A while later, I heard her son’s company succeeded and was doing very well.
*Names changed to protect privacy
