Motzei Shabbat, which is Saturday night to the rest of the world, I got a phone call from a neighbor. Though a Los Angeleno by birth, she asked me, in a strong New York accent, if I have a son named Mattishyahu.Why yes, I do have such a son, I told her. Then she tells me that her brother in Crown Heights, New York, has found his wallet on a park bench. Oh please. Thank you for confirming that indeed my son was in Crown Heights this week. What is it with teenagers - don't they tell their parents anything?
Well, I was overjoyed and promised to call my son immediately. Which I did, and left him a message. He called back, sounded so excited and told me that he had given up his wallet for gone and was currently in Times Square.
We rejoiced in how G-d brings people together, and I reminded him that few months back some creep tried to blow up Times Square and he should be careful.
Such is the world we live in. Isn't it marvelous?
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