This story was called in by Miri* Rosenfeld. She went with a group of her friends to a random park to study for a test. After they were there for a while, they needed a ride back. They called different people, fathers, mothers, relatives, but nobody was able to pick them up. They thought, “Oh, what should we do? We’re in this random park. Nobody else is here. It’s getting late. Nobody’s able to pick us up. We’re far away. What are we going to do?” Then they said, “One second, Hakadosh Baruch Hu is the one in charge. Let’s all be mechazeik.” They sang “Hakol Yachol.” Suddenly, they saw a bus. It was one of their neighbors, a frum yid who is a teacher and drives a bus in their neighborhood. He asked them, “Do you need a ride anywhere?” Miri said, “Yes!” He said, “I just finished my route, and I came to this park just for two minutes, just to breathe, just to air out. I’m going right back home. If you want, I can give you door-to-door service, free of charge!”

This story was called in by a Mrs. Mizrachi. She said she was looking all over for her phone. It was very, very important that she find it by the next day as she didn’t know how she would manage without it. She spent a long time checking every place she could think of, combing the whole area, and turning everything upside down, but it was nowhere to be found. Then she had a thought: “Who’s in charge of finding my phone? You think it’s my eyes? No, it’s my loving, caring Father, HaKadosh Boruch Hu, the Ribono Shel Olam. Hashem is a Kol Yachol who can do anything and everything. He knows exactly where my phone is. I’m accepting upon myself not do any more hishtadlus – I’m not looking for my phone anymore. I’m leaving it up to Hashem to put it right into my hands. Where, when, and how, I have no idea, but I’m going to trust in Hashem.” Later that day, she saw a bookshelf that needed straightening. As she was putting the books back in order, what fell into her hands? Her phone! It was somehow stuck between two books! She had no idea why it was there in the first place or who had put it there, but Hashem gave her the best delivery service, right into her hands!

This story was called in all the way from Tzfas by Mrs. Benjamin. Her oven isn’t connected to a gas line; it runs on tanks of gas which are delivered by a gas tank company. One Thursday she ran out of gas, and needed a new tank delivered immediately so that she could cook for Shabbos. She called the company, and asked, “Is there any way that you can make sure I get it by tomorrow? I need to start cooking for Shabbos.” “I’m sorry,” they said. “Nothing doing. If you want, you can pay an extra 60 shekels for expedited delivery, but even then, it won’t come before next week. There’s nothing we can do for you.” And they hung up the phone. Mrs. Benjamin thought, “They said there’s nothing they can do for me. But I really need gas right now, so how am I going to work this out?” Then she stopped, and said to herself, “Wait, who’s in charge of when the gas should come? You think it’s up to the company? It’s up to Hashem. Does Hashem need me to pay extra for speedy delivery service? HaKadosh Boruch Hu can do it for free. He’s a Kol Yachol; He can do anything and everything.” She turned to Hashem and said, “Hashem, I’m not paying one extra shekel for delivery. I’m just going straight to You.” Friday morning, there was knock on her door, and there was her order – all the gas that she needed to cook for Shabbos, with the best service, better than ever!