Awash with Gratitude
Rav Kurson is a precious Jew, who devotes his time to acts of kindness and is pleasant to one and all. He has firm faith in the tzaddikim and often hosts me when I come to his town to give lectures to inspire the people there. Once, while I was visiting, he handed me a piece of paper with all his family members listed on it. He asked that I pray for them to have protection, blessing, and success in all their endeavors.
While carrying out his request, I spent more time than usual praying on behalf of his twin granddaughters. I do not know why, but I prayed for them over and over again. I repeated their names with deep concentration.
Then I gave Rav Kurson a bottle of water and asked that he offer it to his granddaughters. It is superfluous to say that he wondered why I was focusing specifically on his granddaughters. Nevertheless, he did as he was told.
The next day shed light on this mystery. Both girls had been critically injured after being run over by a massive truck. It seemed that one of the girls would not make it. But, to the delight of everyone involved, both girls emerged from the hospital in perfect health.
Hashem had arranged that I should precede the malady with the remedy, with the abundance of blessings that I had offered in the merit of my holy ancestors, zy”a. Certainly, the merit of Rav Kurson’s hospitality, too, stood by his granddaughters and saved them from certain death.
