We had just all lit the candles of Chanukah, and my father was getting out his guitar, and harmardika, as I was looking at the glowing candles in deep thought... I was thinking about Camp Sternberg, Where I had, had the best J.C ever! My J.C always read to us Hashkacha Pratis stories that had happened to her over the years, which she recorded in a mini notebook. She had always said “Look around; open your eyes and see at least one thing everyday that Hashem does for us; it’s unbelievable!”
Since then, I have and as I was watching those beautiful glowing candles I was thinking, of something that was hashkacha pratis that happened that day. After a few minutes of deep thought, I just took a deep breath and thought, “well I cant think of anything maybe it isn’t everyday that Hashem does something for us...maybe she’s just too much with the whole idea that Hashem does something for us…to get us to start following her in thinking about what Hashem does for us everyday…
I shook my head out of my silly thoughts and whipped my long, beautiful, silky braid around to face all the simcha and music that was playing in our house-and suddenly I saw something flash at the corner of my eye. I look down at my hair and see- that my hair was on fire! I screamed, and screamed like I have never done before-trying to bend down so that my hair wouldn’t make my shirt catch on fire as well. All hope left me. My hair that was up to my hip, had fire that was going so fast that it was already almost touching my scalp! I shrieked so load that people outside was watching me from the window-I was now going to die! My time was now up on this world! What should I say shima? With whatever voice I still had in me from all that screaming I said, “Shima Yisroel Hashem Elokainu Hashem Echud!” Thinking-Hashem thank you for giving me life until now. If this is all that I was born onto this world for then I guess my time is now up; what could I do? But please Hashem when you are now about to take me up to shamyim-please for give me for all that I had done, weather it was embarrassing others, or making fun of people, or speaking L”H, or even not behaving properly-please Hashem forgive me-I beg you! And when you take me, let me be a kapparah for others that are suppose to die, but never have fulfilled there goal in life! Please Hashem I beg you!
Just then I heard a splash! I felt something wet and saw that my hair was now totally burned-out, and the fire went out too...and you know what-I was alive! Nothing like Hatzala had to be called! I was alive, breathing, and totally fine! B”H, Hashem gave me a father that was able to recover from shock right away and have a cup of some water on me-another second and I would have to end up in the hospital-just one more.
Everything, and every second that we are alive, we should thank Hashem for. Hashem gives us so much, and we just take it for granted because it’s ok, and it’s not such a big deal. NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! We should appreciate all the things Hashem gave us, every second of it! Hashem is giving so much that if one second Hashem doesn’t say our name; we wouldn’t exist, but Hashem loves us so much that every second of the twenty-four hours, Hashem repeats our name over, i love you im here for you !!! Hashem just keeps on giving us more and more chances in this world. After this story I opened up my eyes to see the gift of life that Hashem gives me every minute!! if we know that life is a gift, a free gift so everything I get I only get bec. hashem loves me and he gives me a gift evry day!!
liat knof thank you soo much for sending this incredible story to me!!