This story was called in all the way from Montreal by a very chashuva yungerman by the name of Yakov Salomon. He wanted to apply for a special permit that allows you to park wherever you like all around town. And he went to one of the government offices to ask them if they could please give him a permit in order for him to be able to park wherever he would like. He gave his proof of address and he gave an identification card. They said, “Sorry, you got the wrong office. You’re not in the right location to do that. You have to go somewhere else. We don’t do that over here.” As they were telling him, sorry, we can’t help you, he was thinking, “Who’s in charge of helping me anyway? You think they’re the ones to decide if I’m in the right location or not the right location, if they can help me or they can’t help me? It’s all up to my loving, caring father, Hakadosh Baruch Hu, the Ribono Shel Olam, He can do everything and anything.” While he was thinking these thoughts, all of a sudden, he saw they started writing up his permit. And in no time, they said, “Here, sure, here’s the permit that you wanted.” And in no time, they gave him the best service, better than ever!
Read more: Daily Bitachon #1840
