Sigh.
Eight months ago, after twenty years of marriage, we bought our first car. Life was getting very difficult to not have one, and we were feeling it. It was for a good price, thirdhand and in good condition, and it has served us faithfully since.
However, on Sunday night my wife, a friend, and I had to go to the center of the country for a wedding. Usually, we don't go, but this was one of the exceptions. As we were on the way to the wedding, around 30 km away from Yerushaliyim, the car started to slow down, no matter how much I put my food on the pedal. Thankfully, I was able to find a safe place on the side of the highway to pull over.
After several calls with people who knew cars, it was decided that we would have to get a tow truck. Thankfully, we found one who, thankfully, came within 30 minutes. Not-so-thankfully, he changed the price on us twice. However, the best part is when he said that he didn't have room for all three of us. So, we had to sit in the car with our seats lowered, so the police wouldn't see (welcome to Israel). He took us to Yerushaliyim, dropped us off at the central bus station, where we just caught the last bus of the night back up north, and then took the car to a mechanic that he knew.
In the end, we got home around 1:00 a.m., with little to show for ourselves.
The next day, I was given the bad news: it's the transmission. Which means it's expensive.
Sigh ….
Yesterday morning, I caught the 9 a.m. bus to Yerushaliyim to pick up the now fixed car. The mechanic was nice and explained what went wrong, and I started on my way home. As I arrived at the same spot I stalled a few days ago … that's right … the car started to stall again … in the middle of the highway.
Sigh ….
In the end, a friend from Yerushaliyim came to pick me up and take me to the nearest train station, where I finally got home at 7:15 p.m.. The mechanic ordered a tow truck, and now I sit here, back up north, waiting to go back on Sunday, yet again, to pick up the newly fixed (hopefully) car.
I can't complain. Thankfully, it's a car and not our health. And both times, I found safe places to pull over. And both times, I found ways to get off the highway and get home. And the most important part for me is, nobody did anything to cause this, so it's much easier to accept "clearly it's what Hashem wanted."
Okay, on to Torah.
I saw a wonderful Kedushas Levi this week.
He asks, "How could Avraham go down to Egypt, putting Sarah into danger, when Hashem did not explicitly command him to do so?"
He answers his own question by quoting the original commandment that was given to Avraham, when he was told to head towards Eretz Yisroel, "Go to the land that I will show you." He did not say outright, "Go to Canaan," rather "to the land that I will show you." Being wherever it seemed logically correct to go, that is where Hashem wanted him.
So, when he arrived in Canaan, and saw that there was a famine, it was logical to go towards Egypt where there was food. Avraham understood that the famine was a reason not to remain in Canaan, but rather to go to another land. "Thus it was G-d's will that he go to whatever land that the circumstances would make clear that it was G-d's will that he go there."
I think there are two lessons to learn here.
First, when we have an issue at hand, where we have several choices, we need to look at all our options, in a logical manner, and do what makes the most sense for us to do. And when that decision is made, we do it. And whatever will be, will be, and that is Hashem's will.
Let's just take my car story for a moment. My wife said that she started thinking to herself, "maybe we should have bought a different car? Maybe we should have spent less money on it? Maybe this, maybe that." Then she realized that this line of reasoning made no sense. We researched cars, we found a good one, we had it checked, we took care of it. Okay … if we were meant to lose the money, Hashem will find a way to lose the money. Our choice was sound and logical, we were not to blame.
The second thing to learn from here is the importance of adapting.
We saw this during Corona. Some people couldn't fathom living life in a way which was different from the way they had lived beforehand. To them, the idea of not going to shul, for example, must have clearly been some Yetzer Horah trick, and they vowed not to change an iota of their lives. Even if rabbanim told them not to go.
Yet, there were some who were saying, "this is the situation, we have little choice, we need to adapt and learn what Hashem wants from us." Sometimes, we have a change in plans that we were not expecting. And if you look at the situation, and see that by not adapting to the new situation you will only end up hitting a brick wall … well … you had better adapt. And more than that, you should acknowledge that Hashem had different plans, and you need to follow them. Even if you don't understand why.
Just like the car story. I had plans to go to the wedding. It didn't pan out. So, instead of getting mad at Hashem, I tried my best to enjoy my very expensive, and completely illegal, tow truck ride. And when, two days later, I was stuck once again in the middle of the highway, and I arrived home, four-and-a-half hours later than expected, with nothing to show for it … well … again … I had to adapt my attitude. If it's out of my hands, it must have been in His.