No Prayer Goes Unanswered

Recently I was out with a close friend when to my surprise I thought I noticed someone that I had seen a picture of in last week’s Hamodia. I asked my friend, “Am I seeing right? Can it be?” Yes, she nodded with a knowing smile. I stood up, went over and asked, “Are you Jonathan Pollard?”

“Yes, I am,” he replied warmly.

With tears in my eyes and a choked-up voice I said, “My mother, a”h, prayed for both you and Rubashkin incessantly. In fact, when it came to the brachah matir asurim it was said with such kavanah and fervor. My mother died on the first day of Chanukah, and Rubashkin was released on the last day of Chanukah.”

He looked at me thoughtfully and said, “Gantz klal Yisrael davened for me.”

I asked, “Do you think you will ever be allowed to go to Eretz Yisrael?”

He answered, “Do you believe in Hashem?”

From such a person I felt I would like a brachah. So, I took the liberty of asking, “Would you give me a brachah?” to which he graciously gave me the brachah of “Yivarechecha Hashem mitzion ur’ei b’tuv Yerushalaim kol yemai chayecha, ur’ei vanim l’vanecha shalom al Yisrael. — You should be bentched by Hashem from Tzion, which is the source of brachah. May you see children born to your children and peace for Yisrael.”

Can you think of a more beautiful brachah? Halevai we should all see this brachah come true in Yerushalayim.

Devorah Leitner