"Oh, Abba – you got a call yesterday. I forgot to tell you. They found the suitcase!" my 13-year-old daughter said with dancing eyes.
My husband sagged with relief. The suitcase, left behind in the trunk of a cab as he and the kids rushed to a wedding Sunday night in Jerusalem, had contained his tallis, tefillin and crucial medication.
Despite desperate efforts to track it down the next day – and putting money into a Rav Meir Ba'al HaNess tzedaka box (calling upon Meir Ba'al HaNes is a surefire method for retrieving lost items) Sinai sadly returned to Arad, sure he wouldn't see his precious items again.
Apparently the cab driver brought the bag to the base and after finding my husband's name and phone number on a piece of paper that happened to be in the suitcase, the dispatcher called to let us know it was safe.
Only in Israel.