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I Received a Yeshuah Because I Didn’t Contribute!


I Received a Yeshuah 
 The title of this story is rather provocative, I know. It’s not exactly accurate, but it’s not far from the truth. Listen to my story and decide for yourselves:
A long time ago, I adopted a steady custom: every time I wait for a bus and every time I disembark from one, I approach the pushka affixed to the bus shelter and contribute to Kupat Ha’ir. How much? However much I decide to contribute at that moment. I’m not a wealthy person, to put it mildly. Like most avreichim, I live quite frugally, but one car accident or a one-time involvement in a terrorist attack, G-d forbid, is liable to remove ten thousand times as much money from a person’s pocket as all the contributions he makes over a period of many years in order to be spared such tragedies. That’s without even taking into account the danger of losing one’s life or suffering pain and trauma. In short, I decided that even from a financial point of view, it “pays” to contribute before every bus ride in order to ask Hashem to protect me, and after every bus ride to thank Him for having made everything run smoothly.
I imagine that anyone who has ever ridden on a bus that was almost involved in a terrorist attack, or was miraculously prevented from boarding a bus that was in an attack most certainly understands me. And even if not –this is my custom. This is what I do, thank G-d.
One day, not long ago, I was traveling on an intercity bus. Before the trip, I had contributed as usual, making sure to whisper a pasuk or two for shemirah and recite a brief prayer (this is crucial to make sure my custom does not become mere habit, squeezed dry of pure intentions). The trip passed uneventfully and soon we had reached our destination.
I disembarked from the bus and looked for the metal pushka affixed to the bus shelter in order to contribute. I wanted to take my wallet out of my right pocket, where I always keep it – but it was gone! My pocket was empty. I stuck my hand quickly into my left pocket, but that one was empty as well. I tapped frantically on my suit pocket – no luck. The other suit pocket – empty. My inner, hidden pocket – nothing there. My wallet was gone!
In a flash of understanding, I realized that my wallet must have fallen out of  my pocket while I was on the bus. How was I get to get hold of the bus now? It was an intercity bus; it would probably return to the city it had originated from after it completed its route and dropped off all the passengers aboard. What was I going to do? I had a day of errands ahead of me. My wallet contained a considerable sum of cash, my credit card, my checkbook, my keys… everything I needed. And the wallet was on the bus!
I wheeled around, hoping to see the tail end of the bus as it drove away. At least I’d know in which direction it was traveling. To my surprise, the bus was still at the bus stop! A woman was having a bit of trouble removing a baby carriage from the baggage compartment. There, she had it now and in another split second, the bus would close its doors and roar off. I ran forward and rapped on the closed door. The driver opened it for me and I explained rapidly that I had left my wallet on the bus. I boarded the bus, hurried to the place I had been seated - and there was my wallet, waiting patiently for me!
Filled with joy, I disembarked from the bus and went to place my contribution into the Kupat Ha’ir pushka, just as I had originally intended. As I dropped the coin through the slot, it occurred to me: If I hadn’t approached the pushka to contribute, I wouldn’t have noticed that my wallet was missing! The bus would have continued along its route and I would have endured a super-frustrating day without being able to accomplish a thing. And who knows if I would have gotten my wallet back in the end…
It was precisely because I hadn’t managed to contribute that I discovered my loss in time (or had the bus been held up especially for me? I don’t claim to know Hashem’s ways).
And so, I didn’t contribute and I saw a yeshuah.
Isn’t that right?
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