A Collision of Conscience: Volume 6, Issue 30, Korach
- Jun 19
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June 20, 2026; 5 Tammuz, 5786 Sponsored anonymously for the Refuah Shleimah of Yair Nissan Ben Sara
It began with the sudden crack of a car door against our vehicle. A woman had parked beside us and flung her door open at the exact moment we passed, striking our car with a force that left the damage staring back at us. But instead of apologizing, she turned the blame on us. She claimed we had driven into her door and threatened to take us to court. I was burning with anger. I told my husband we could not simply let this go—we had to fight, to defend ourselves, to demand justice. But he would not. My husband does not avoid conflict out of fear. He does it from strength. He chooses peace when pride demands a battle. “Let it go,” he said quietly, and kept driving. Out of respect for him, I swallowed my protest. But inside, the ache for justice did not leave me.
So I did the only thing left to do: I prayed. I asked Hashem to make it right in another way. Perhaps, I thought, someone else would hit that very same spot, and then the repair would somehow be covered. It was an unusual prayer—almost too strange to say aloud—but I meant every word. The very next day, something astonishing happened...