Daily Bitachon #1870

This story was called in by Meir Tchaikovsky. He was once traveling together with his father to Eretz Yisrael and they wanted to sit together on the flight. His father called the travel agent. “Can you please work it out to get me a seat right next to my son? ” The travel agent said, “I’m so sorry, it’s a full flight, you’re late in the game, and the only thing that’s available is two middle seats, which are not close to each other. You’re going to have to be sitting in the middle here, and your son will be sitting in the middle somewhere else.” When they got to their boarding gate, Meir’s father turned to his son. “Do you know Who’s in charge of making sure that we sit next to each other? You think it’s a travel agent? You think it’s the airline? It’s our loving, caring Father, HaKadosh Boruch Hu, the Ribono Shel Olam. I’m going to the desk to ask if we can sit next to each other, and I want you to strengthen yourself in Emunah and Bitachon. As I’m asking, I want you to keep on saying, ‘It’s all Hashem. It’s only up to Hashem.’ You’ll see how everything will work out so perfect and amazing.” Meir’s father went to the desk to make his request, and the clerk answered, “Well, I’ll tell you the truth – the seat right next to you is vacant, so yes, it won’t be a problem.” With that, they were able to fly together sitting right next to each other with the best service, better than ever.