As told by E. Zygielman

Eight years had passed since the birth of our first child. Eight years of hope, tefilos, requests for blessings, and journeys to the Ohel. Eight years with our hearts turned toward Heaven.

That year, Lag BaOmer was approaching, and it also coincided with our wedding anniversary. An opportunity arose to travel to 770 and to the Ohel to participate in the Lag BaOmer parade there, by the Rebbe.

My wife did not hesitate for a moment.

She told me to go, to travel as her shliach and to “break through the heavens” with our prayers.

In Hayom Yom, it’s related that the Mitteler Rebbe would celebrate Lag BaOmer in a very special way. He would go out to the field with the chassidim, and although for health reasons he normally did not drink, on that day he would drink mashke.

In those moments, many revealed blessings were seen, especially for couples who did not have children. People would wait all year for Lag BaOmer.

With that spirit, I traveled.

That Shabbos, I participated in a farbrengen at 770, said l’chaim, and shared why I had come. Someone who was there heard my story, and we said l’chaim together.

On Monday, I returned to Brazil.

On the plane, on the way to São Paulo, a Poilisher chassid who lives in Monsey sat next to me. We began to talk, and at one point he asked:

“Why did you go to New York?”

I answered:

“To the Lubavitcher Rebbe.”

He was surprised. Then he told me something that left me speechless.

He shared that he himself is the result of a bracha from the Rebbe on Lag BaOmer.

His father was a chassid deeply connected to the Rebbe. His grandfather had once been sent to Brazil by the Frierdiker Rebbe, and that is how his family’s story there began.

But his father could not have children. Seven years passed without the blessing arriving.

So he decided to travel for Lag BaOmer.

That day, he stood on the path between the Rebbe’s car and 770, waiting for the moment when the Rebbe would return from the Ohel of the Frierdiker Rebbe, hoping to ask for a blessing.

The Rebbe passed by him – and said nothing.

His father was very saddened. He thought he had missed the opportunity.

But as the Rebbe was entering 770, he suddenly turned around, looked at him, and made that distinctive motion with his hand – a gesture of strength and bracha.

Nine months later, he was born.

He looked at me and said:

“I am alive from a bracha and miracle of the Rebbe on Lag BaOmer.”

Hearing that story on that very flight back to Brazil was impossible to ignore. I felt that a message was being sent to me from Heaven.

But the story was not yet over.

The day after I arrived in Brazil, I received a call from the person with whom I said l’chaim at the farbrengen in 770.

“I have something to tell you,” he said. “Someone who recently attended a shiur about Lag BaOmer decided that he wants to give a dollar of the Rebbe that he personally received from the Rebbe on Lag BaOmer to a person who is waiting for children. I thought of you. I would like to get the dollar to you.”

I explained that, unfortunately, I had already returned to Brazil. But he insisted, and he found a way to send me that dollar from the Rebbe.

A short time later, we received the news. After almost eight years, we were expecting a child. Just a short time after receiving the dollar.

Nine months later, on Monday, 21 Adar, we held our daughter in our arms.

Our own Lag BaOmer miracle.