Mezuzah Story - A Year in the Making
Posted on March 20, 2007 by Aaron Shaffier | 0 comments
Last week I had an experience that prompted me make this post after several weeks without a post.
A woman came into our store, Mezuzah Gallery. I was busy with something on the computer and she waited patiently smiling. I knew that I recognized her from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where. When I was finished she said, “I just came in to thank you for being the messenger to save my baby’s life”. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about until she reminded me. “About a year ago, our baby was hospitalized because he was loosing weight at a dangerous rate. The doctors felt that the only way to save him was to do a drastic surgical procedure that is very risky. I right away remembered that it is appropriate to have your Mezuzahs checked when these kind of situations happen”.
“I brought my Mezuzahs to you that afternoon, the day before the operation was scheduled, and you brought them back to my house that evening. You found two Mezuzahs that were not kosher and I purchased new ones to replace them. I put all of the Mezuzahs including the new ones up that night before I went to sleep.”
“I went to the hospital early the next morning with my husband for the operation. When I met with the doctor, I couldn’t believe what he told me. He explained that they had just got back test results and had discovered that the problem was actually a rare bacterial infection and that all that our baby needed was antibiotics. There was no longer any need for the procedure. Our son started the antibiotics immediately and started to gain his weight back in a matter of days. He has been fine ever since.”
“Ever since, I have wanted to thank you for being a part of this miracle, and I keep putting it off. I was just in the area and I decided to stop by and see if you were in.”
That is the story as the woman told me. Now here is my side of the story. I had already made up with my wife that I would be coming home early that evening after a long stretch of working late. When this lady told me the story with her baby, I felt that I had no choice but to cancel my plans and stay late and check her Mezuzahs. By the time that I had finished checking them, and brought them to here house, it was almost midnight. Needless to say, I was a bit upset that I had to stay so late, but I was doing what I felt I had to. Only now do I know the importance of staying behind that night.