HAPPY PASSOVER

Erev Pesach, my mother sent me on errands to buy a table cloth and other items as well. As I was standing in front of the tablecloths, I saw a girl that looked really familiar. ( BTW- I got the last table cloth in the whole store-HP!) Picking up the tablecloth from the shelf, I turned and saw that the girl who looked familiar was still standing there with her friend.
I went over to her and started talking to her. It turned out that I had met her last year at a Shabbaton. Her name was Ashley and her friend was Sara. After talking for a few minutes we said goodbye and Ashley wished me a Happy Passover.
After getting what I needed, ( I realized after, that I really wasn't done) I went to stand in line. Standing in front of me was Ashley and Sara.
"So what are you guys doing for Passover?" I asked hoping they would be our guests for one of the Sedorim.
Suddenly Ashley turned to Sara and almost shouted,
"Sara, we can't buy this (they were holding a HUGE container of Pretzels) It's gonna be Passover tonight!"
They returned the pretzels to the shelf and walked out of the store!

COSTCO

My family's favorite store is Costco -my brother has a mini Costco in his house.
My sister-in-law usually does her Costco shopping on Mondays.
This week my brother told my sister in-law she should go on Sunday. Shabbos Hagadol my sister-in-law and brother are having A LOT of guests. Listening to her husband (that's what a good wife does) she went on Sunday.
When she got to Costco she saw that this might not of been the best day to come- THE PLACE WAS PACKED!
She always enters by the exit, because they have their flyers with the coupons there. (a little backwards) As she was entering a worker came over to her.
"You looking for a flyer?" she asked
"YUP!" she answered.
"I'm sorry, but were all out of them." she said.
My sister-in-law smiled, muttered under her breath "its all hp", and went to go get a wagon. There were only four wagons left. As she started her shopping she saw in the wagon was a new flyer that had all the coupons still in it. Looking through the flyer she saw that the coupons expired THAT DAY!
After she finished her shopping she compared her filled wagon with the flyer. EVERYTHING THAT SHE BOUGHT WAS ON SALE!!!!!

LET THE SNOW MELT

Before my friend was leaving Israel she bought herself a ring that said "Gam Zu L"Tova". A few weeks after she came home she was at a friends house for Shabbos lunch. When she went to take her ring off to wash, she realized she was MISSING her ring! (She couldn't be upset- after all her ring DID say, 'THIS TOO IS FOR THE GOOD') She looked EVERYWHERE! After spending the whole meal looking for the ring she GAVE UP! Her hostess told her that she should just wait for the snow to melt, maybe it fell in the snow on her way in to the house.
She forgot about her ring until a few months later she was at the same friends house (this time though the snow melted). She remembered that she had lost her ring there a few months ago. She went outside to see if her ring was there. Within a few seconds of looking she saw on the driveway was HER RING! Picking up the ring she read the message that was engraved GAM ZU L'TOVA!

NEVER GIVE UP AND REALIZE THAT EVERYTHING IS FOR THE GOOD!!!!!

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!