Hello everyone,
I decided to bring this up myself to clear up the rumors.
This week I went to my childhood friend's wedding,
One of those friends who grow up together with them, just like twins.
I sat at the event with my mother and my two brothers.
It was an amazing and happy event. At some point after the main course, one of the brothers wanted us to go to the bar for another drink.
I told him that we should first make a summons (something that can only be done when there are three men eating together), and say a blessing over the food so that it will stay with us for the blessing.
Which to this day I have never insisted on doing.
So my brothers and I made the summons and blessed the blessing of food.
As soon as we finished greeting, the bar became a death trap and the joyful event turned into a terrible tragedy.
And it all happened meters from us, exactly where we would be if we went to the bar.
At this point, my brother's wife wakes up in a panic after dreaming that she was at his funeral, and calls to check on how he's feeling before the event was even announced.
I don't understand miracles or heavenly calculations, I just know that we probably received our lives as a gift.
I'm posting this so they know that I'm not some bigot or bigot, I too am a sinner and don't always keep the commandments.
I'm just a simple person who did one small mitzvah.
Just because he decided to say thank you for the food he eats.
So thank you for the food and the sustenance.