There are moments, hours or days when the world seems to cease and stop, and the news, which until yesterday was topical and interesting, is not worthy of being touched even by accident.
Such is our time, the election period. Not many remember, but about three weeks ago we were all shocked, shattered and broken by the terrible and horrific massacre that was carried out in the synagogue, which claimed the lives of five people. Not many are aware of the fact that during the days of Hanukkah the thirty days of the saints will be fulfilled, and we find ourselves a month after such a cruel event that still blows in our heads, with wounded people with amputated limbs who have not yet recovered from the terrible bloodshed.
This week, the writer of the lines came across a heroic story that teaches us about the greatness of the people of Israel and the dedication of brothers for brothers, especially those who unite in times of need. The story began on one of the days of the Sabbath, when tens of thousands of curious people and press photographers from Israel and around the world visited the synagogue hall on Har Nof, which did not interfere in any way with the activities of the students who study in several different settings there.
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One of the avrechim, a well-known scholar who dedicates his life to Torah and the acquittal of many, arrived at the beit midrash in the morning, trying to make his way through the crowds that had packed the place and approach his Talmud, but the figure of one of the officers on duty caught his eye. It was a police officer who had chosen to stand in a particular spot, not moving or stirring. When the avrechim approached the security officer and suggested that he enter the shelter because of the drizzle, the policeman replied that he was now 'separating' with the memory of his friend who fell in that exact spot, and went on to say that he too was present at the unfortunate event and was the one who brought about the elimination of the damned terrorists with the bullets of his pistol.
The story came as a surprise to the young man, as two days earlier it had been reported that a certain police officer had killed the terrorists, not the man standing in front of him. The young man kept his thoughts to himself, and just before he wanted to continue on his way, the security man approached him with a personal request: "During the attack," he said, "I handed over to the man standing next to me the optical sunglasses that were on my eyes, and when the saga was over, I didn't remember where they were and I still haven't found them." "Please," the policeman continued, "the glasses are very dear to my heart. Please try to find out what happened to them.".
The two men exchanged phone numbers, and that very day, several notices were posted on all floors of the Beit Midrash asking anyone who saw or heard to contact our acquaintance, the Abraha. Needless to say, the public mobilized en masse to find the optical sunglasses, and a decision was made in the heart of one of the local kollel leaders that if the glasses were not found, he would pay for them and purchase new glasses as a token of gratitude to the police officer who saved lives.
In addition to publishing the ads, the Abraach turned to other channels and recruited ZAKA members for this purpose, requesting that they check with all contacts whether any of the volunteers had found or seen the special glasses during the collection and cleaning of the RACH. The loss was not found. At the same time, the Abraach informed the security officer, who was completely surprised by the mass mobilization, of any progress here and there.
Days and weeks passed and additional photos from the scene of the massacre were allowed to be published by the Israel Police. In the clear documentation, the said policeman was indeed seen standing behind the fallen Righteous Among the Nations, bathing in his blood, with his gun pointed at the damned terrorists and shooting them to death. The truth came out. However, when the photos were presented to the benefactor, his eyes began to wander for something completely different, for those standing by the heroic policeman. Indeed, the efforts bore fruit. The photo shows one of the rescue workers belonging to the 'Har Nof Medic' organization who were present at the event.
The young man did not hesitate, he called the Har Nof medical officer and told them for the umpteenth time the story of the lost glasses. The details were taken and he was assured that they would be passed on to all the volunteers in the organization and that if any details related to the matter were known, they would inform him. The secretary took his name and phone number in order to establish contact again. Here, a celestial dimension of a 'heavenly continuum' entered the story, as defined by the storyteller. 'By chance' that day, the young man had to enter his parents' house in the neighborhood. 'By chance' at exactly that moment, the telephone in the apartment rang. His mother, seeing on the display that the call was from a confidential source, chose not to answer and suggested that he do it himself.
When he answered, he was surprised to hear the voice on the other end calling his name. It turns out that his cell phone is set to block confidential calls, and the secretary of the "Har Nof paramedic" had no way of reaching him, but an idea occurred to her to look up his last name in the phone book and call his house. Of course, she had no idea that the young man did not live in the neighborhood, and the phone number belonged to his parents, who, coincidentally, had the same last name.
And indeed, the glasses were found. One of the paramedics who heard the call, hurried to call the police and tell them that for three weeks he had been searching with candles for the policeman who had given him the glasses, and was asking for them back. The story ended with the policeman and the priest meeting together with the rescuer, who was happy to return the lost item to her husband and join the story of sanctifying his name in public.
