Forgotten Rugelach

Leaving his apartment on his way to the Shuk, Shmuel passed by his neighbor.
"Hey Eli, I'm going to do Erev Shabbos shopping in the Shuk, need anything?
"Thanks Shmuel, can you pick up some ru
gelach from Marzipan for me.
"It would be my pleasure, I'll see you later."
Shmuel waved goodbye and hopped on the bus headed towards the Shuk.
It was a short Erev Shabbos and Shmuel was zippping through the Shuk. He finished his shopping in record time and was back on the bus headed back home in less then 43 minutes.
Sitting back in his bus seat he felt someone tapping him on his shoulder.
"Hey Gedalia, long time no see! So nice to see you. What are you up to these days?"
Gedalia was a friend of Shmuel's from high school. They caught up with each others lives and the years they missed out on.
"Shmuel, I was just at the Shuk and as I was passing Marzipan I remembered the good old days when we would have their delicious rugelach every week. I bought a few packages, would you like a rugelah?"
Looking at the Rugelah in his hand Shmuel slapped his forehead. "Oh no! I completely forgot to buy a package for Eli."
"Here"Gedalia said, handing a package to Shmuel. "I only bought it for memories sake. Take this!"

Where The Paper Towel Lands

Here is a story that is proof that even a leaf falling from a tree has a purpose and a divine direction from Hashem.
Yocheved was on the last drop of toothpaste and was in need of more. She remembered buying an extra toothpaste a while back, but she could not find it anywhere. So on the top of her shopping list in BOLD letters she wrote TOOTHPASTE.
A few days later she was cleaning and washing her bathroom mirror when suddenly the paper towel she was holding in her hand slipped out and slowly floated to the floor. Since it was light, it floated back and forth (just like a leaf :)) and lightly landed inside the bottom drawer that was slightly open. Yocheved never uses that drawer. Bending down to pick up the paper towel she opened the drawer wider to get a quick glimpse of what she forgot was in the drawer. In the back corner buried under some junk she saw sticking out was TOOTHPASTE! Yocheved was so thankful she found toothpaste, and recognized that thanks to the paper towel that fell from her hand she was able to find it.
IT'S ALL HP!

HP? HP? HP!

"That's real HP" I said to my neighbor as we entered her house. (I met her outside on my way to the store to pick up eggs, HP she had a whole bunch in her fridge- I didn't need to schlep all the way to the store to pick up some eggs for my Kugel)

My neighbor had a guest staying at their house and appearently never heard the term HP!

"HP? My computer is HP" he said.

"HP! MY LIFE IS HP!" I responded out loud.

Pie

A few weeks ago I was doing my grocery shopping and I found myself in the baking isle. Throwing in my wagon chocolate chips, flour, cupcake holders, my eye caught a stack of pie crusts. I picked one up and threw it in my wagon. I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to do that. I NEVER bought a pie crust before; I never even baked anything with a pie crust before. I'm not even allowed to eat gluten! So why did I buy it? I have no idea! But in the back of my mind I thought to myself that I'll make a dessert with it one day and it’s good to have in the house. 

This past Erev Shabbos, I got a call from my neighbor asking to borrow................PIE CRUST! (HP)

The Story Of My Lost Tehillim

I lost my Tehillim. It's the one I had for several years. The one that was small, torn, pages creased, and very old looking. Which is why I loved it. I lost it in Meron.  The girl I was standing next to, (who's elbow was in my face). I didn't care though, because I was stepping on her toes. (Or maybe it was the lady's behind me.) She asked if I had a Tehillim she could borrow. My bag was smushed between two ladies and it took me a few minutes to get my bag unstuck. As soon as I lent her my Tehillm, I had this feeling I would never see it again. (I was right) I was pushed by a wave of people and lost sight of the girl with my Tehillim.
The following day I was by the Kosel, fishing through my bag for my Tehillim. After three minutes of digging in my Savta Simcha bag, I rememberd my Meron story. I got up and looked around for a Tehillim. The moment I turned I saw a friend of mine I had not seen in months. I had been meaning and wanting to get in touch with her since I got to Israel. Had I not gone looking for a Tehillim I would not have been able to reconnect with her. She was in the back about to leave. I had just got to the Kosel and was not planning on leaving yet.

(I really miss my Tehillim! Although this is but a small story...it still is a reminder.....Hashem is running the world!)

WHAT'S FAITH?

A young mother taken away, leaving seven young children, orphaned. An illness that plagued her for the last several months has ripped her away from her young family and small children. Now they remain alone.

And if that’s not enough:

A father of a proud family, taken too soon to see his all children wed. Some young, some grown, yet they are all his children, now fatherless.  Taken away before he was able to see his first grandchild. 

Is this not enough? Can there be more pain then this? It hurts. We‘ve had enough pain. It’s time to stop! ENOUGH!

But no, G-d has other plans.

Yes, He says. There will be more pain. There will be more for you to suffer.

A mere few days passed since their passing, when G-d decides to strike once again.

Again- the dreaded news, the dreadful illness, this time to two fathers. Fathers of loving families, friends and prominent members in our community.  The news spread, prayers are being said. They have been diagnosed with cancer. Now these fathers focus and life has been instantly switched from being surrounded by their young children and homes are now focused on hospitals, tests, pain, and G-d forbid the fear of death.

 Hashem. Does this make sense to you?  Do you see their pain? You are ripping apart families. It doesn’t fit, it doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand.

I wish to understand your ways Hashem, and believe its all part of your complex master plan- But I will not ask why. For if I do know the answer to “Why?” that is not called faith.

Hashem, it’s with this fierce pain in my heart, I accept and know that You are a loving and caring father. And that I would like to call FAITH.

Please Daven for: Chaim Dovid Reuven Ben Chana Rochel and Eliezer Avraham Tzvi Ben Pessa

IT'S ALL FROM HASHEM (even the traffic)

Here is a familiar scenario most of us,  all of us have gone through. It's just a reminder that every and any situation we are in, is all from Hashem. On my way to work today, I was stuck in traffic. Never mind, it wasn't traffic. The highway turned in to one huge parking lot for an hour. No one was moving, and I was clearly going to be late for work. I started to get really nervous. I felt the blood in me rising. Why can't these cars just move?......Why is that bus just sitting there?......Oh Hashem I'm going to be really late......These annoying drivers......Why can't they just move already. I kept looking at my watch every half a minute.....They are not going to be happy when I walk in late to work......Oh I wish this car could just fly.....UCCCHHHH........MOVE ALREADY.....WHY ARE MY STUCK IN TRAFFIC!? I looked out the window at the cars and buses who were bumper to bumper and not moving an inch. I smiled and thought to myself: This is not all the drivers problems. This is all from Hashem. There is nothing I can do. It's all HP! Hashem put all these cars here and caused this traffic. Hashem wants me to be stuck in traffic right now. ( I have no idea why and I wish I did) I felt myself relax. IT'S ALL HP! Everything, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING is from Hashem! Hashem has a plan. Breathe out, smile, sit back, relax! Hashem is taking care of you!

 

Blood Donating

Tuesday Afternoon 3:37: Penina bumps in to her friend Etti at the Kotel. While talking and catching up Penina mentions to Etti that she wants to donate blood while she's in Israel.
Wednesday Night 7:30: Staying by her brother on her Pesach vacation,Penina, feeling she ate too much Matzah over Pesach decides to go walking.

Instead of turning right out of her brothers house like she usually does, Penina decided to take a tour of the neighborhood and turned left.
Penina was only just two buildings away from her brother when she saw a Magen David Edom blood drive truck. On a lamp pole she saw a sign that they were having a blood drive for the next hour in the Shul that was located on the same street as her brothers. Penina walked in , filled in a few forms, and donated blood!
HP!

HP @ the Cleaners

Does it ever happen that you need to send your favorite skirt to the dry cleaner but you love the skirt so much and wear it every day. So when are you supposed to send it in to get clean?
The other day as I was walking, I was thinking that exactly! I needed to get my favorite skirt cleaned (I wear it every day and was wearing it at that present moment.) I passed by a dry cleaners store and asked them if they were open and if I can bring in my skirt. (they were about to close)
 One problem - I was wearing the skirt.
HP- I realized I had an extra skirt on me. I slept out the night before and had my overnight bag with me.
"Excuse me," I asked the sales lady. "I want to have my skirt cleaned. How much is it?
"Which skirt?"
"This one," I said pointing to the skirt I was wearing.
"We are having a sale today- half off!"
"Great! Do you mind if I just go to the back of your store so I can change?"
I got a whole tour of behind the scenes of the local cleaners. I was able to give them my skirt right before they closed and I only had to pay half the price-HP! (and my skirt was ready the very next day!)

Shabbos In Tzfat

I usually work on Fridays and can not travel far and usually stay in Yerushalayim. This past Friday (thanks to the Jerusalem Marathon) I didnt have work! I decided (last minute of course) that I really wanted to spend Shabbos in the Holy City of Tzfat. Thursday night I called a friend of mine in Tzfat and asked her if she knew of a place for me to eat and sleep. My friend told me she would make a few calls and get back to me. Friday morning at 10:17 she called me to tell me she had a place for me to sleep but no meals. The last bus leaving from Tzfat to Yerushalyim was at 11:00. I was in Ramot and needed to get to the bus stop which was twenty minutes away. What should I do? Should I just go? But I don't have any meals. But I really wanted to go! I decided to just get on the bus anyways. Hashem's going to help me.
I quickly gathered all my things, threw them into a bag and ran to the bus stop. I got there just in time. I hopped on to the bus on the way to Tzfat, with a place to sleep, and no meals.
An hour into the trip my phone started ringing.
It was my friend in Tzfat!
"Hi Devorah! I found all your meals for you!"
IT'S ALL HP!
Baruch Hashem it was an amazing Shabbos!

(My stop was the last stop in Tzfat. Right before  my bus stop, the driver asked me and another passenger if we minded if he made a short stop at the Egged bus station quickly. We both didn't mind. He went down a road off the bus route to the station. When we were heading back to the main road, we saw a passenger who had just gotten off the stop before, flagging the bus down. -He forgot his hat and Teffilin on the bus. To quote the bus driver "HAKOL M'SHAMAYIM!")

HP BUS STORY #2

http://m.wbaltv.com/news/Woman-saves-MTA-bus-after-driver-has-emergency/-/17427430/19111400/-/14c73ww/-/index.html

Forgotten Bag

Rachel and Shira were on the 417 bus heading towards Ramat Beit Shemesh for Shabbos. On the bus they met Gila and Elisheva, two friends of theirs from camp. It was mini camp reunion on the 417! They caught up with each others lives and exchanged numbers, promising and hoping  they would keep in touch while they were in Israel. Nearing the first bus stop in Beit Shemesh Gila and Elisheva wished Rachel and Shira a "Good Shabbos" and got off the bus. As the bus continued through the streets of Beit Shemesh and headed towards Rachel and Shira's bus stop, Rachel's phone rang. It was Gila.
"Hi Rachel, It's Gila are you still on the bus?"
"Yeah, we are, we're about to get off." Rachel said.
"Oh phew, can you check my seat, I think I left my bag there."
"Yeah sure, hold on."
Rachel walked to the back of the bus where Gila and Elisheva had been sitting. On the seat was Gila's bag.
"Gila, yeah its here, I'll take it with me and you can pick it up from where we are staying."
"Rachel, thank you so much! This is real HP!"
"IT'S ALL HP!"

Hashems Protection

I would like to publicly thank Hashem for the Nes that happened to me this past week.

I was on my way to my brothers apartment to pick my nephew up to go out with him. Walking on the sidewalk I heard a car behind me. The car was getting louder, I turned around to see the car coming straight towards me. The first thought that flew through my head was "I'm about to be hit by a car and I have no where to run." After that all my thoughts were a blur. The car hit into my back and sent me flying. I found myself lying on the concrete sidewalk. My stuff I was holding were all over and I was a mess. I tried to scream but nothing would come out. I tried to scream my sister-in-laws name but I couldn't. I was shaken. Neighbors who heard the crash stuck their heads out the window to check out what happened. Slowly I stood up. Nothing was broken. I couldn't believe the Nes that just happened to me. I was able to stand up. I was able to move. The lady driving the car lost control of the car. She couldn't stop and drove up the sidewalk right where I was walking.  Hashem had saved me. It was a pure miracle. Listening to my cousin who is a nurse I went to Terem the emergency room in Israel. They examined me up and down. Besides some scratches and bruises I was fine!

Thank you Hashem for protecting and watching over me.

IT'S ALL HP!


(This is a pictures of the car after I was hit)

Airport Switch

I needed to get to Chicago for Shabbos to catch my flight to Israel early Sunday morning. Wednesday night I was trying to figure out how to get there (as some of you know I'm a very last minute person. I'm surprised  I made a ticket to Israel more then a week in advance) I wasn't sure how I would get to Chicago for Shabbos. I was thinking of taking the bus or the train, or renting a car or a boat or sled, maybe a tricycle. I was getting desperate.  Late Wednesday night I heard from a friend of a girl driving to Chicago. HP!
Motzoie Shabbos in Chicago my hostesses asked me if I wanted to use their computer, I was about to say no when I quickly changed my mind and said Yes! While checking my e-mail I found an e-mail in my inbox from the airlines regarding my ticket to Israel the next day. I was reading the information and I saw that the airport I was departing from was Chicago O'Hare NOT Midway Airport. I thought it was Midway and I would have gone to the wrong airport and miss my flight! IT'S ALL HP!