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!"
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Keep these inspiring stories coming!
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