My mother passed away after a decades long illness on Erev Shabbat Chol Hamoed Sukkot.
The day that I returned from NJ to Beer Sheva after the funeral and shiva, my back was in bad shape, so I was spending most of my time lying in bed when my cellphone charger stopped working, leaving me feeling rather disconnected from the world.
I managed to post a request on facebook asking for someone in my neighborhood to lend me a charger. Dov and I were facebook friends and live in the same neighborhood, but had neither met face to face nor had any facebook communication.
Dov responded and brought me a charger and we talked a little. Then we met at a cafe and schmoozed for a couple of hours and very soon we found ourselves meeting on a daily basis. The rest, as they say, is history.
So, you might say that my mother, a"h, the cellphone charger and facebook were the shadchanim.
I'm thinking of framing and hanging the cellphone charger.
