One Friday night, a member of my family by mistake hit the radio that’s right above our kitchen counter. The radio was blaring really loud and we needed it to be shut off. My father went outside to see if he could find a Shabbos Goy. He came back in a little bit later and said he couldn’t find anyone. My father was standing right outside our house when he saw a man from Domino’s Pizza walking up the path to our house. He said he was here to deliver the pizza we had ordered. My father was confused since we had hot chicken soup and delicious Shabbos food, we definitely did not order Domino’s Pizza. The delivery man told us the address he was looking for. It was the same address as our’s but a different street. It sure was Hasgacha Pratis he delivered the pizza to the wrong house, he was able to be our Shabbos goy and turn off the blaring loud radio.
-Post Seminary
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