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Got Married By Accident
A Shabbat Table Story
The following is a true story which appeared in Besheva Hebrew Magazine, a sister publication of Arutz Sheva, in the 18 Adar 5770 edition. The story was researched and written by Oded Mizrachi.
Naomi, a 28-year-old, talented girl who studies at a religious college, was driving to visit her parents. Thank G-d, everything was going her way. She was about to get her B.A. and already had an excellent job.
But, in essence, things were not going so well for Naomi: she had not yet found a husband – no lifelong friend with whom to build a family. Almost all of her friends were married, yet she had no propositions on the horizon.
She had grown sick of going out on shiduchim (arranged dates). Time after time, each encounter ended in disappointment. As time passed, despair increased until a horrific thought began to sink in: "maybe I'll never get married!"
Naomi rolled down the car window and in came a rush of Jerusalem air. Some traffic congestion brought her to a stop. She lifted her eyes to the blue skies and began to speak from her heart:
"Master of the Universe. You are all benevolent and don't subject any person to a trial that he cannot pass. So why am I totally stuck in life? Why don't you send me a nice guy who I will love, and he will love me. I know that I am not a total tzadika (righteous person), but I do try hard to do your will. You help me in all walks of life, but in the most important area, you have abandoned me to the darkness of Egypt. All of the good things that I have - my job, my degree, my friends and wonderful parents – what are they all worth if I have no husband and no home of my own? How many more times will I spend the Sabbath with my mother and father who are so filled with anxiety because I am still single?"
Naomi glanced at the next car over and noticed a couple engaged in conversation and smiling. Her despair deepened:
"Master of the Universe. I doubt that the couple in the next car over thinks about you or prays to you or runs their life according to your dictates, yet you enabled them to get married. Look at how happy they are. But I, who try so hard to do your will, live alone with no love and nothing. I have no problem with your granting them happiness and health, but please bestow the same upon me…"
The traffic cleared up and Naomi pressed on the gas pedal. But her inner turmoil caused her to press a bit too hard…
Boom! She hit the car in front of her. Holy Macaroli! An accident. Naomi pulled over and felt that she had sunk into a deep pit. Here, she had just poured her heart out to the Holy One Blessed Be He asking for a husband, and what she got was a car accident. As though this was what she was missing in life… She had no strength to get out of the car and instead began to cry.
Turning again to G-d, she said: "What are you doing to me, Master of the Universe? I asked for a groom, and instead you gave me a wreck. So many people in the cars around me don't even recognize your existence, yet they travel in peace, and you single out me to get entangled in damaging another vehicle? Who knows what the other driver is like?"
A young man aged 30 wearing a yarmulke came out the car and approached her. She continued crying in confusion and despair, and hardly glanced at him. The young man saw the state she was in and spoke gently to her:
"'The tin was wrecked and we escaped' (quote and play on words from Psalms 124:7). It's OK. It's not a serious accident. You can calm down. Thank G-d, there's hardly a dent. We just need to take each other's contact info, you know, for the insurance…"
Naomi began to regain her composure. She opened the glove compartment and reached for the car documents. She stepped out of the car, and the two exchanged contact info including their phone numbers. The guy, whose name was Shlomi, was very gentle and courteous.
"What a nice guy," Naomi thought to herself. "Instead of screaming at me like so many other drivers, he calmed me assuring me that nothing happened, and everything would be OK. How I wish I could meet someone like him," she daydreamed. She shook her head and asked herself, "Are you crazy? To meet a groom in an accident?"
That night, her mobile phone rang. It was Shlomi. Her heart skipped a beat. Why was he calling so late at night? What was so urgent? After a short silence, Shlomi said that he wasn't calling about the accident.
"When I saw you crying behind the steering wheel, it touched my heart," he confessed. Naomi was speechless. Maybe her crying was not for naught…
"You saw that I am religious. I have never called a girl directly to ask her out," he explained feeling baffled, "but I can't stop thinking about the encounter with you today. Do you think it's OK for us to meet?"
They set up a meeting and within a short time, they were under a chuppa.
BeSheva Magazine, Israel's third largest circulation newspaper, is owned and operated by the Bet El Yeshiva Center.