Storm Stories: Hashem Was Watching Over Us

The recent storm hit hard, with strong winds and sudden dangers but for several Hidabroot employees, it became a moment to witness real miracles. Some might call them coincidences. We call it hashgacha pratit, personal divine providence. And these are their stories.

Shmuel Lugasi’s Story: A Tree Falls, a Child Is Spared

Yesterday afternoon, as strong winds blew, my son was outside with our seven-year-old neighbor, Naama bat Bracha.

Suddenly, a large branch broke off a tree. The kids came closer to look just as the entire treetop collapsed. Thick, heavy branches and all.

The tree crushed two parked cars beneath it. A new Kia was completely totaled. Even a strong concrete pole from the electric company bent over like it was made of rubber.

Worst of all, the tree landed on Naama. Her family watched in horror as she was pinned underneath. Four men tried desperately to lift the tree but couldn’t. With much effort and a lot of help from above they managed to pull her out.

My son had been standing just a few inches away from her. He didn’t move. He was frozen in place but completely unharmed.

We can never take anything for granted. Every moment is a gift. Every breath is a blessing. Thank you, Hashem, for sparing our children.

Naama will need surgery to repair a broken thigh bone. Please pray for her full recovery. Her name is Naama bat Bracha. And let’s all try to say “thank you” more often for the little things, and for the big ones too.

Raviv Jack’s Story: A Window, a Warning, and a Torah Lesson

Two nights ago, the wind was howling. It was 9:00 PM, and our daughters had already gone to bed. But right before bedtime, my wife told them, “Tonight, sleep with your heads on the other side of the bed away from the window.”

We didn’t usually do that. But she insisted.

At 9:00 PM on the dot, a gust of wind ripped the window out of its frame. It flew across the room and smashed directly onto their bed right where their heads would have been.

The broken glass flew everywhere. In the picture I took afterward, you can see the window lying across the mattress and glass scattered near their pillows.

That same evening, my wife had also insisted I go to a Torah class. I had barely seen the kids that day, and I really didn’t want to go. But she said, “Go. It’s important.”

Now I understand. That Torah learning, that extra zechut (merit), tipped the scale in our favor. And her instinct to move the girls away from the window, that was a whisper from heaven.

Thank you, Hashem, for the open miracle. And thank You for letting us see that it all comes from You.

David Haniya’s Story: Locked Out, But Not Forgotten

Last night, I came home late after visiting my aunt in the hospital in Be’er Sheva. It was around midnight. That’s when I realized my house key was on the same ring as the car key and the car was with a friend.

I was stuck. I knocked at my neighbors’ apartment, they usually keep a spare key for us. But it turns out that this time, their spare was locked inside our house.

Now what? It was cold, stormy, and I was completely locked out.

I stood there thinking, “Who else might have a key?” I couldn’t think of anyone. But then suddenly, I remembered something. About a month and a half ago, a friend had painted our home. My wife gave him a key but I didn’t even know she had!

How did I remember him? Just the day before, he bumped into me at the grocery store randomly and said, “Hey brother, I still have your house key. Remind me to give it back sometime.”

That conversation popped into my head at the perfect moment. I called him. Two minutes later, I was inside my warm home instead of sleeping in the stairwell.

Some might say it’s a small thing. But I know better. Hashem arranged this for me weeks ago. He gave me a solution long before I even knew there would be a problem.

Baruch Hashem. Truly, He takes care of us before we even ask.