R’ Fried,*a yungerman, had to travel every week from Monsey to New York City. He wasn’t able to use his car for this commute, because it wasn’t up to travelling such a long distance, but he couldn’t afford to buy a better car. He couldn’t ask his parents for help, because they didn’t have much money either. He said, “I’ll go to my real Tatte in shamayim.” Shortly afterwards, his great-grandmother called him up and said that she wanted to sponsor a brand-new car for him to make him happy! Just like that!
Read more:Bitachon Story #465
