The Fateful Day

I had to share this as soon as I heard it. It is incredible. A young man recounted how he survived the Nova Festival on October 7th. He attended the festival with a few friends, but tragically, none of them survived. He began his story by saying that at 6:30 am, rockets started raining down. In a panic, they all ran to their cars, but one of his friends headed to a shelter while he ran into a field. He screamed to his friend, “Don’t stand there!” as bullets hit the pavement near his feet. Realizing the danger, he started running.

He ran for 11 kilometers over six hours, constantly encountering terrorists and hearing non-stop gunfire. For five years, he worked as a bread delivery man, delivering fresh bread to various markets daily. He would also collect old bread from these markets. Instead of discarding the old bread, he gave it to a man who distributed it to those in need, including schools and poor families. This act of kindness continued for five and a half years.

Two weeks before the Nova Festival, the man who distributed the bread called him at 5 am, an unusually early time. When he answered, he mentioned that it was too early and he hadn’t even started his deliveries. The man on the other end said, “No, no, no, the bread is not why I am calling you. I had a dream about you.” In the dream, the young man was running for his life from terrorists who were shooting at him. Miraculously, the bullets were stopped by pita bread. In the dream, the reason the young man was saved was because of the bread he had been giving to the poor families for the past five and a half years. The young man thought nothing of it at the time.

However, during the Nova Festival, three different times he found himself running away from terrorists who were shooting at him. He was the only one among his friends to survive.