Friday, February 04, 2011

G-d Plans, Please Pray

I guess you can add this to your collection of "only in Israel" stories, most probably because there probably isn't another place in the world at this time when a grandmother well into middle-age tremps or hitchhikes...

Yesterday after I finished and signed out from work at Yafiz, I went to the Sha'ar Binyamin (it's a nice-sized shopping center with a Kupat Cholim Le'umit Clinic and office building) bus stop to wait for a bus or ride to Jerusalem.  My son was playing in a football game, and as a good mother (I should hope) I was on my way to watch him and cheer for him and his team.

After a reasonable amount of time a young woman stopped and said that she was going to Jerusalem.  I was the only one who needed that direction and got in.  After we rode a few minutes I asked where she was going, she told me that she had been referred to an immediate medical appointment with a specialist in the center of town.  I told her that the location was perfect for my plans.  I had hoped to buy a wedding gift before the game.  And I wished her that whatever the problem it would turn out well.

As we traveled she said that she was very nervous and not feeling well and wondered if it had been wise to take a trempistit passenger.  She offered to drop me off in Pisgat Zeev, so I could take a bus.  I told her that if she doesn't feel comfortable driving she should park the car in Pisgat Zeev and take a cab, but she was afraid that she'd be late and get there after the doctor left.

In the end we continued together and discussed the best way of going to her destination, considering how the lightrail has made a mess of downtown Jerusalem.  As a confirmed pedestrian and passenger, I generally don't pay too much attention to exit signs and other drivers navigation tools,so I kept hoping that I knew the directions.  To keep up her confidence and mood, I kept pointing out that all the greenlights we reached must be signs from G-d that she'll be OK.

I was worried that she was going to be alone when seeing the specialist, but she said that her sister would be with her, since she couldn't reach her husband.

I helped her navigate to the street where the doctor was, and even she saw the Hand of G-d in that she got a parking spot where one is never free.

I asked for her name (plus mother's name) to pray for her and told her that I'd be praying at Tel Shiloh today.  Please add her name to your Refuah Shleimah, Complete Recovery list if you have one, or just say a special prayer.  I have no idea who she is, but it's clear she needs our prayers.

Malka Yehudit bat Chana Rut

Chodesh Tov and Shabbat Shalom
Have a Good Month and a Peaceful Shabbat

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