In my bookcase there is an especially valuable sefer – the notebook where I record my chiddushei Torah. This sefer is valuable because it is rare – there is only one copy of it in existence, and it is also the only sefer that I myself wrote. Over the course of half a year, one line added to another, page followed page, one matter after the next, and thus I brought up pearls of chiddushim, the fruits of in-depth learning. You can imagine what sort of connection I have to this notebook, which is an expression of my personal portion in Hashem’s Torah.
So you can understand how great my pain and anguish was when the notebook got lost.
I looked for it in every possible and impossible place, but it disappeared as though it had never been. I was deeply pained, and I sought comfort for the loss.
One day, I was organizing the bookshelves and I saw that one of the newsletters from the previous Shabbos, a newsletter that contains divrei Torah, had fallen behind the bookcase. This newsletter needed to go into sheimos, and I would have to pick it up and put it away properly.
This was not easy, and it felt a bit strange to move the entire bookcase in the middle of the year and not on Erev Pesach, but I did it for the sake of the Torah’s honor, in order to pick up the newsletter that had to be put into sheimos.
When I moved the closet over, I discovered my beloved notebook! The valuable notebook of my chiddushei Torah was resting peacefully behind the closet!
If the newsletter had not fallen there, or if I had been lazy about picking it up, then it would have continued lying here, soaking up water when we washed the floor each week, and it would have gotten completely ruined. In the zechus of Torah, this notebook of chiddushei Torah was returned to us!
