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A couple of years ago, I fell into dire financial straits. I could barely manage to put food on the table. My son was already in his twenties at that point, and we were having a hard time finding him a shidduch. Whenever something promising was suggested, the process dragged on and on before the entire shidduch fell through. Obviously, this did nothing to improve the already tense atmosphere at home.

It was a stroke of hashgacha that I heard about the promise of the Saba Kadisha at the time. He promised that every kvittel that would be read at his gravesite on the day of his yahrtzeit would be answered. I was inspired and decided that I would do everything in my power to travel to Radashitz on the specified day.

I pinched pennies to acquire the necessary sum and on the 18th of Sivan, I found myself in Radashitz. I will never forget how I dragged my feet along the narrow, unpaved road leading to the cemetery. When I arrived at the ohel, I was overcome with tremulous hope. Maybe my salvation was close at hand. Tears streamed down my face as I put down my kvittel and recited chapters of tehillim.

When I exited the cemetery gates, I looked at my cell-phone and noticed several missed calls. Two minutes elapsed and then another call came in. When I answered, an unfamiliar voice greeted me hurriedly. “Hello,” he said. “I understand that you’re not home but this is very important. I suggested a shidduch for your son a few months ago…” I remembered that suggestion. My wife and I had been very interested but nothing came of it. “Well, the other side is extremely interested,” the young man continued. “We’re merely waiting for you to come home before we move ahead.”

I stood there, on an unpaved road in Poland, rendered completely speechless. I could not fathom how quickly the tide had turned. By the next day, I was already back in New York and twenty-four hours later, we celebrated my son’s engagement. It was less than two days after I had read my kvittel at the Radashitzer’s ohel, and I was already accepting warm wishes at my son’s vort!