By Betty Ghgonoja I remember when I broke my finger. It was on a Saturday night. My finger looked like a mountain. But, I knew that this is what Hashem wants. When I got to the hospital, I went into the emergency room. I realized that there are a lot of people who were there, too, and Hashem also wanted them there. So, when I was waiting for my turn, I saw a mom come in and something was wrong with her son. He was breathing funny. When they let him go before me, I thought in my head, “Baruch Hashem, my situation isn’t that serious.” After everything was happy with the results, my finger got fixed.