We thanked the doctor profusely, and needless to say, we likewise expressed our profound hakarat hatov to Hakadosh Baruch Hu for sending us the yeshuah and proper shaliach in time.
B’chasdei Hashem, after two days spent recuperating in the hospital and a fair amount of pain, Menachem was almost as good as new. On the plus side, he enjoyed some pleasant visits from his siblings and second-grade teacher. The latter came bearing gifts and a colorful and heartwarming booklet containing personalized get-well wishes from all of his amazing classmates. Besides which he was the proud bearer of a pretty cool scar as a lasting memento…
As for the adorable blonde mazik who had precipitated the entire chain of events in the first place… I would be lying if I waxed poetic about him and related how thereafter I welcomed him to the school library with open arms and an overflowing heart. Not even close. But, I was perhaps slightly more tolerant of his after-school antics.
For, in retrospect, that pintsized imp inadvertently introduced us to the reality of just how limited man’s vision truly is. Ironically, what we had perceived as a brutal unwarranted assault, ultimately paved the way, b’ezrat Hashem, to our beloved son’s salvation.