Mrs. Gross’* child had the flu. The doctor prescribed Tamiflu, but it was late at night on motzai Shabbos, and when they called the pharmacy to ask if the medicine could be delivered that night, the pharmacy said, “No.” Mrs. Gross didn’t know what to do. It was late at night, freezing cold, and they didn’t have a car. She began singing Hakol Yachol. Shortly afterwards, she got a call from the pharmacy that they were willing to deliver the prescription!
Read more: Bitachon Story #389
