You've Got A Package!

My friend in New York had a box, she wanted to send me. We were both thinking of how she would get it to me. The package was too big to send in the mail, and she didn't either want to send it with someone flying, and pay them twenty five dollars to take it on the plane.

Wednesday, I get a random phone call from a high school girl from the other high school asking me if I knew anyone driving to New York. I apologized and told her I didn't, but if I heard of anything I would let her know.

Later that night my father happened to mention to me that he got an e-mail that there was someone driving to New York the next day, Thursday night.

It turned out that the high school girl wasn't able to go, because there was a boy driving in the car, and it would be Yichud.

I asked my father for the number of the driver to find out if they could bring back my box from my friend. The driver was more then happy to bring it for me, and said they had room because the other passenger that was going along just backed out. I asked the driver the address where my friend should drop the package.

"On East 10th between M and N".

HP!

My friend lives on East 12th between M and N!"

Too Tired

Rachel told me an HP story that happened when Rachel and her mother went shopping.

On the way home from shopping they stopped off at the bank. When they entered the bank they saw the line was really long. They were tired from shopping and decided to go home and come back later instead of waiting in the long line. An hour after they got home they heard there was a robbery in that bank a little bit after they left.

Just One Number

It was 4:30 and the high school principal was filling out some forms. She stepped out of her office and asked me if I could find out what the congressional district number our school is in. I looked for a few minutes but wasn't able to find it. The phone rang and I got busy with something else. Two minutes to five, I looked again and found the number she needed. 5:02 the principal was leaving her office with her coat and bag.

"Bye, have a good night, see you tomorrow." she said

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow, oh I found out the district number, its 12." I said

"Oh thanks, you know I should really write it down, I'm going to forget it by tomorrow." she said turning back to her office.

A few seconds later she stepped out of her office and said.

"Its a good thing I went to write it down, I forgot my phone on my desk."

Pre Purim HP Story

This was a phone conversation I had last night:

"Ding a ling a ling"


ME: Hello?


Lady: Hi, this is Mrs. Berman.

(Mrs. Berman is one of the ladies in the community who arranges hospital and nursing home visits through out the year)


ME: Hi Mrs. Berman how are you?

MRS. BERMAN: Good Baruch Hashem I'm doing great, I was wondering if you would be able to make a visit to the nursing home on Purim.

ME: Oh Mrs. Berman I would love to, but I'm not going to be here for Purim


MB: Oh really, where are you going?


ME: We're going to Montreal.

MB: Montreal?!


ME: Yeah Montreal!

MB: I have a daughter that lives there, and I wanted to send her Mishloach Manos, but wasn't sure how I would get it to her. Would I be able to send it with you?


ME: Sure, I would be more then happy to take it.


MB: Thank you so much! I'm so glad I called you.

ME: Hey, that's HP!


MB: Uh, What!?

ME: Hashgacha Praits


MB: Yes it definitely is!

Nice Colored Sheitel

Mrs. Lamen came home from the Sheitel Macher with a new Sheitel in her hand.

"Oh Mommy, Did you get a new Sheitel?" Shira Lamen asked.

"Well, actually I'm not sure, I couldn't decide if I should get it or not, so the Sheitel Macher let me take it home and get your opinion. It's a really nice sheitel, but it's a darker color then the usual color I wear. I'm going to try it on, tell me what you think." Mrs. Lamen said.

Mrs. Lamen tried it on and asked her daughters their opinions. Shira loved it, Tzippi said it made her look old, and Ariella, her two year old wasn't sure. (Mrs. Lamen didn't bother asking her sons.) Going back and forth whether to get it or not, she decided to ask her neighbor. Her neighbor said she liked it, then changed her mind that said she didn't. Now Mrs. Lamen was even more confused. She wore her regular Sheitel and put the new one on the side until she made her decision.
The next night, Mrs. Lamen was at a woman's event. As she was leaving the event, a random lady came over to her and said.
"I really like that color sheitel. It looks so nice on you, it matches your skin perfectly." she said.
"Oh, well thank you!" Mrs. Lamen said smiling.
Mrs. Lamen had received all kinds of compliments before, but never did she get a compliment on the color of her Sheitel. And certainly not on the same day she was deciding about what color to go with.

Coming home she told her family she made a decision. Listening to her messages she returned the new Sheitel and stuck with her old one.

"Seeing" HP Clearly!

Last week, my mother and I went to get new glasses. (it's a lot of fun trying on all different types of glasses)...but it also takes a long time. After trying on almost every pair, we finally decided on the frames we wanted. The lady that was helping us, (which means tried convincing us that only the most expensive pair of glasses looked nice) was about to ring us up, when in walked my friend and her cousins. In her hands she was holding a phone book. After talking to her and getting another opinion from her, I asked her why in the world she was carrying around with her a phone book. "Look," she said " On the bottom of every page is a $50 coupon to this store. Here, take a page." Both my friend and I were able to use the coupon, we both saved $50! *My friend told me that she had been to the store earlier that day with her mother and she couldn't decided between two pairs of glasses. So she had asked her cousins to come with her later that night to get their opinion.

Your Address Please....

My sister is a Program Director in a high school. This past Shabbos they had their school Shabbaton.

She told me this great HP story .

Each girl was in charge of something else for the Shabbaton. Baila and Shaina's job was to arrange the Motzoei Shabbos activity. After going back and forth they finally decided on The Drum Circle Workshop . An activity where someone comes in with a lot of different types of drums. Basically its an interactive workshop with drums. The girls get to bang and make noise. (its a great way to get out your stress, I highly recommend it) After arranging all the details on the phone, Baila was about to hang up when the man asked her the address of the camp grounds. Baila didn't know the address. She apologized and said she'd ask the program director for the address and call back as soon as possible.

Within minutes she called back and gave him the address.

"Well, thank you very much," he said to Baila, "We'll see you March 26th"

"March 26th!?!?!?!" Baila said, "It's for this week, FEBRUARY 26th!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was for March, it's a good thing you called back with the address otherwise you would not of had an activity this weekend and we would have showed up to empty camp grounds in the middle of March."