Mrs. Weitz* was looking for an empty apartment for her son and his family for Shabbos. She made many phone calls to all different people who she heard were going away for Shabbos, but none of their apartments were available. She thought to herself, “What should I do? I did so much hishtadlus, but I
Mrs. Berger has anxiety and OCD. She told her doctor that the medication that she was taking was causing her to be dizzy. She asked him, “Is there any medication that does not have any side effects?” He told her, “I’ve been seeing many patients who have told me that once they have started listening
Every time Rivky went to sleep, she would have nightmares. Night after night, she would wake up from scary dreams. She tried different segulahs, but nothing helped. Someone suggested to her to listen to the “A Life with Bitachon” hotline. Before she went to sleep, she called the “A Life with Bitachon” hotline. Ever since
Dovid, a 15 year old Yeshiva bocher, was staying with a family in Manchester for a couple of days. They gave him a key to get in and out of his apartment, but he lost the key. He sat down and he was mischazek in bitachon for five minutes. He then found a key that
Moshe, an eleven year old boy from Lakewood, NJ really wanted a soda can. He turned to Hashem and he said, “Hashem, I’m trusting in you that you’re going to give me a soda can.” That night, Moshe’s chavrusa brought him a cookie and a soda can. Read more: Bitachon Story of Door Opening Salvation
Mrs. Friedman from Eretz Yisroel needed to do something in a graphics store for an upcoming meeting. The machine was not working properly and was not cutting the papers. There would be no way for her to cut the papers on her own. They kept on trying, but the machine was not working. It was
Chani, a seminary girl, does alterations for people. It was Erev Shabbos and the sewing machine stopped working. She did not know what to do. She called her mother. Her mother said, “Call the ‘A Life with Bitachon’ hotline and be meschazeik in bitachon.” She called the “A Life with Bitachon” hotline and heard a
Mrs. Hershkowitz* is part of a Chassidus that has a fund that when someone’s son becomes a chosson, they give money to help purchase things for the Chasuna. Her son became a chosson, Baruch HaShem, but they told her that the fund was depleted and there was no money. She said, “Well guess what? It’s
Rabbi Golombeck’s nephew, Shimon Stein, missed his bus to cheder one morning. He lives very far from his cheder and his parents weren’t home. He was trying to figure out how in the world he was going to get to cheder. Then he said, “One second. Who takes me to cheder every morning? It’s not
Mrs. Schwartz needed help taking care of her kids before Pesach, cleaning up, juggling errands; she had so many things she had to do. She was thinking that she really needed a mothers helper. But where was she going to find one? She knew that Hashem always helped her with everything else in life, so
R’ Kaufman has a Shabbos mode oven that he was never able to figure out, so every week his wife did it. This past week, his wife forgot to do it. She had bentched licht already, so it was too late. He had to do it, but he had no idea how! He said, “Hashem
The Weiss family was in a pizza shop. The table that they like to sit at was taken. They said to themselves that it is not up to fisher-price mentchies, it’s up to Hashem. If Hashem wants us to sit there, He will send the people away! Just as they finished paying for their order,
