A couple weeks ago I flew in from California to NY for a wedding. It was difficult for me because I didn't really know anyone, and I had a really empty feeling in my stomach; you know, that feeling that I am "missing something" that leads to bad things. So I called a friend from the forum by phone. I was standing outside the wedding hall, pacing up and down the street, talking to him on the phone about all sorts of things. He started talking to me about "Bardichev" (from the forum) and told me that he had spoken with him on the phone, and that he was really a serious guy with good ideas and whatnot. I realized that I had been standing still while he talked to me about Bardichev. Then I glanced at the license plate of the car that I had been standing right next to while we discussed Bardichev. It read: GVALDIG. I almost fainted... (GEVALDIG is Bardichev's Trade Mark comment!). I took a picture of the plate with my cell phone, finished my conversation, and went back into the hall. Once I was back in the hall, I looked at the picture on my phone (which I've attached to this email; I'm not making this stuff up) and I noticed that the State on the plate was not NY or NJ, as you might expect (considering that I was in Flatbush). It was... CALIFORNIA... where I had just flown in from that morning (3000 miles away)!
A personal GEVALDIG HUG from Hashem!
Crazy story, no?