It is now a decade and a half since the bracha I got for buying the apartment that I live in. We live on the border of B’nei Brak – Ramat Gan, an area that has gotten more religious in recent years. When we moved in, despite its proximity to B’nei Brak, the building was almost completely populated by people who were not religious. The same was true for the neighborhood
It was Erev Shabbos a few weeks ago. The Freiman family packed their things and left their house in Kfar Chabad and got on a bus traveling to Yerushalayim. In Yerushalayim, in the Holyland neighborhood, there is a Chabad House run by the mother’s brother. That Shabbos, the Freiman couple was asked to take the shluchim’s place so the shluchim could go to Kfar Chabad to their parents.
In recent years, we have seen an enormous number of miracles from the Rebbe to the point that sometimes we don’t even appreciate them. Like the Mitteler Rebbe’s daughter said, “By my father, miracles rolled about and nobody wanted to pick them up.” But occasionally we come across a miracle story that is so incredible that even we, who are used to miracles, go crazy over it
Suzy waited excitedly at the airport in Lud. She scanned the passengers coming out, pushing carts laden with their suitcases as they looked out for relatives who came to meet them.
July 12, 2017