Hashem Sent Me a Miracle And His Name Was Jacob

I thought a lot about whether to share this story, especially here on Facebook. But I’ve decided it’s worth putting aside my privacy for a greater purpose, to publicly thank Hashem for giving me my life back, and to acknowledge the incredible messenger He sent to help me.

It happened on Tuesday, February 9, at 8:45 in the morning. I was on my way to college to take my final exam of the first semester. I was finally about to finish. As I drove in the left lane, near Philip Farm, the driver in front of me suddenly swerved into my lane, recklessly cutting me off. I honked, hoping he’d notice, but he kept pushing in. I had two choices, either crash into him or swerve off the road. I chose the shoulder, not wanting anyone else to get hurt.

But the shoulder wasn’t flat. It was a steep, winding slope. After that, I don’t remember anything. Just a loud boom. A hard hit to my head. Everything went black.

When I came to, I was hanging upside down from the seatbelt. My left hand was crushed between the roof and the belt. There was smoke all around. The car had started to burn.

I realized I was moments away from dying in that fire. This was the first time in my life I truly feared death. I started screaming to Hashem, screaming that I wanted to live. I recited a Tehillim (Psalm) I knew by heart, hoping for a miracle. My heart was breaking. I cried from pain, from fear, from panic. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I whispered Shema Yisrael with tears and said goodbye.

And then, a miracle.

My phone, which had been somewhere above, suddenly dropped right toward me. I don’t know how. It was like it fell from Heaven. I used all the strength I had left to grab it. I reached out, dragging my painful arm, and somehow managed to call the police. I screamed, “I had an accident! The car is burning! I want to live! Please save me!”

That’s all I remember before passing out.

And that’s when Hashem’s messenger arrived, an angel named Jacob.

Jacob’s Perspective

I was driving down Highway 40 when I saw an overturned car. The wheels were still spinning. I understood this had just happened. I stopped another car, a Bedouin driver and asked for help. I told him someone was inside. He looked at the smoke coming from the car and told me I was crazy. “It’s going to explode any second,” he said.

But I couldn’t just leave. I grabbed him and said, “You’re going to help me. There’s a person in that car!” We tore open the back door. I squeezed my body in. The silence inside was terrifying.

Then I saw her. A girl hanging upside down, her hair dangling. She looked lifeless. But then suddenly, she screamed. And I was so happy to hear her scream. It meant she was alive.

From that moment, I promised myself: she’s getting out of here alive.

Back to Zohar

I woke up again. I didn’t understand what was happening. I just kept screaming that I wanted to live. A man’s voice answered, calm and kind, “You’re alive. You’re going to live.”

I didn’t believe him. I started crying, convinced my arm was gone. He said gently, “Your arm is fine. It’s there.” I was still trapped, hanging, in pain. But this man Jacob stayed by my side. He didn’t let go. He spoke to me calmly. “I’m Jacob. I’m going to help you. You’re going to be okay. I’ll even come to your wedding.”

I kept screaming, “I don’t believe you! I must be covered in blood!” He held up a Tehillim (book of Psalms) and said, “Look, I swear to you, you’re not bleeding. You’ll be whole. And we’re getting out of here alive.”

Jacob didn’t stop talking to me. He asked my name, my age, anything to keep me conscious. At some point I started crying again, saying, “I don’t want to be disabled. I don’t want to live like that.” He kept reassuring me that I would be fine.

He said the paramedics were on their way. He didn’t want to move me, afraid he’d make the injury worse. But he kept holding my hand, and I clung to his like it was life itself. When he needed to get something, I panicked and yelled, “Please don’t leave me!” And he promised, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Then I lost consciousness again.

The next thing I remember is being surrounded by police and paramedics, trying to free me and my arm. The pain was unbearable. I woke up later in the hospital, groggy from morphine, barely understanding what had happened. I heard doctors say, “She must have a head injury. Send her for a CT. Shoulder fracture.”

But all I could think about was moving my body. I tried moving every limb. My left arm wouldn’t move, but everything else worked. And through all the fog, I kept asking: Where is Jacob? Was he real?

When my family arrived, they were crying. They had seen the car before they saw me and thought no one could have survived. The vehicle inspector even asked the police if the driver had died. When they told him I was alive, he said, “That’s impossible. No one survives something like that.”

Even I couldn’t believe it.

But the truth is I survived. Not only survived, but walked away whole. The CT scan showed nothing wrong with my head. My shoulder wasn’t fractured just badly bruised. I didn’t even have a scratch. Not one. Just soreness. That’s all.

When you see the car, you’ll understand why no one believed it. I was inside that crushed, smoking car. But I was protected and wrapped in the hands of Hashem.

So yes, my name is Zohar, and I was given my life back. Through exact, perfect, divine providence. I am a miracle. I’m proud to say it. And I thank Hashem with my whole heart.

And Jacob? He didn’t disappear. He lives in Kiryat Gat. He has a daughter and two sons. When he got home, he couldn’t rest. He told his daughter to find me on Facebook. He saw that I once worked at a place called Golda and came to the store to look for me. Eventually, he called and spoke to me.

It was one of the most emotional conversations of my life. He didn’t think I owed him any thanks. But I do. I owe him everything.

So Jacob, for the millionth time thank you. Thank you for saving my life. Thank you for being you. For being Hashem’s messenger in the purest, most human form.

And to Hashem thank You for choosing me to be part of this miracle. For giving me life again. For wrapping me in Your hands and sending someone exactly when I needed him.

Appreciate life. It’s a gift. And if you’re lucky enough to be part of this nation, never forget, only among us are there people like Jacob.

“King of kings, Master of the universe, thank You. Just thank You. There’s nothing more to say, only gratitude. And from now on, these words will never mean the same to me again.”

Thank You, Hashem. There is no one like You.