The Miraculous Crash 

The Background

Reb Eli Stefansky is a good friend and the founder of Mercaz Daf Yomi. He told me this story about an encounter with a Ben-Gurion Airport employee that taught him a profound lesson about the power of Hashgachah pratis.

WE moved from Chicago to Ramat Beit Shemesh about ten years ago, and we fly back to the States often to see family. My wife and I had just arrived at Ben-Gurion Airport for one such trip when we learned that our flight to Chicago would be delayed for a long time.

“We’ll be here for hours,” my wife said when we found out. She was understandably upset, and it was up to me to find the words to make her feel better.

“I have no idea why our flight is delayed, but Hashem certainly knows,” I said. “It’s min haShamayim. We don’t see it now, but it’s the best possible thing that could happen to us.”

Just as those words left my mouth, two airport employees walked by us. A snippet of their conversation caught my ear — one of the men was saying that “everything that happens in life is min haShamayim.”