בס"ד
The other day I told a story about a little girl who told us
that Moshiach will be here before Rosh Hashanah. I got requests from
several readers (including me) for more stories. Our dear friend, the
father of this very special Neshamah sent me three more stories with permission
to share with you. Once again I am leaving off names for privacy
purposes. Here they are:
1. When our daughter was five days old it
was Friday. On Friday night at the hospital I said to my
wife that it is Friday night and I need to go to our daughter (this
was the night before the naming) and give her the Shabbos blessing that a
father gives to his children. It was my first time. and I needed to take
a siddur with me so that I would know what to say. When I arrived at the
area where she was, I went to her little bed and saw her sleeping. I bent
over and whispered into her ear: good Shabbos. This is your first Shabbos
in this world and now it is time for me to give you your Shabbos blessing that
a father gives to his child every Friday night. I opened the
siddur, which I had put on the table beside her, to the blessing for a
daughter. I started to move my two hands towards her little head in order
to place my hands on her head, and I had to look at the siddur at the same
time. As my hands started to go towards her head I saw that she began to
raise her head very steadily and calmly towards my hands. I knew that
this was a moment that Shamayim was controlling her head, and her head eventually
reached my hands. This was a physical impossibility, so I knew that Shamayim
was involved here. She held her head steadily in the air meeting my hands
and I then looked at the siddur and slowly said every word. She held her
head there until I finished, which took about a minute or so. When I finished I
gently kissed her head and at that point, she very slowly and steadily lowered
her head gently until reaching the bed and went to sleep. I knew from
that point forward that this was one very special Neshamah.
2. When our daughter was about two years old, I had a
discussion on the phone with my Rebbe right before Lag B'Omer. That
discussion was on my cell phone when I was outside, and our daughter was back
at the apartment with my wife. I never discussed that conversation with
anyone which means that our daughter was not privy to one word of that
conversation. In that conversation, my Rebbe asked me if I was going to
the Rashbi for Lag B'Omer. I told him that I was not going, and I told
him to please not be angry with me for not going. He laughed. The
Shabbos after Lag B'Omer I had to go to my Rebbe and ask him a question.
I took our daughter in the stroller with me. As we were walking and
started to come close to my Rebbe's home she asked me in Hebrew "Where are
we going?" and I told her "To Rav X". She then said
"No, not to Rav X." I asked "Why?" and she said
"Because he is angry." I asked "Angry? Why is Rav X
angry?" She said "Because of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai."
“He's angry because of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai. You mean Lag
B'Omer?" She said "Yes, he's angry." I asked
her how did she know about this conversation, and she did not
answer. I obviously told my Rebbe and I said to him "A little
funny, no?" He said "Yes." Then I said "it's
also a little scary, no?" and he said "Yes."
3. About six months ago, when our daughter was 3 ½, she
heard my wife crying as my wife was suffering. Our daughter ran to the
kitchen, got a tissue, came to my wife, dried my wife's tears and said to my
wife in English: "Don't cry mommy, it will be alright, soon the Moshiach
will be here.”
I greatly appreciate our dear friend sharing these priceless
stories with us. May he, his wife and above all, their very special
daughter be blessed by Hashem with a wonderful Tikun and eternity.
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This was sent to my as a comment, but it is so fascinating I wanted to make sure everyone sees it. It is long (I admit that I haven't finished reading it yet), but worth the time.
Erev Moshiach