Rabbi Yoel Gold
The Master Plan
The year spent learning in Israel as a seventeen-year-old boy was phenomenal for Joel Bess. It instilled within him a love for learning and a love for Israel. As the summer rolled around, Joel said goodbye to Israel for the meantime and headed back home to Los Angeles for the next couple of months. He obtained a summer job and enjoyed the time at home.
One day, Joel received a call from a friend of his, Yechiel Saltzburg, who had been his roommate back in Israel. “Joel, I’ve always wanted to come to LA. Would it be okay if I come visit for a short while and stay at your home?” “Of course you can!” Joel enthused. And so it was.
Yechiel planned the trip out to LA along with his friend Mordy. After Yechiel and Mordy landed in LA, Yechiel rented a car in his name that only he was permitted to drive.
One night, Joel had trouble falling asleep. As he looked over to his side, he noticed that Yechiel had left his car keys on the table. It seemed like a fun, enjoyable idea to go for a spin together with Mordy in the middle of the night, and that is exactly what they did.
“We were only four blocks away when all of a sudden a car backed up and we smashed right into it. I remember panicking and telling Mordy that we better get out of there.” The car was under Yechiel’s name and Joel had no idea what that would mean for himself and insurance. Without delaying much, Joel and Mordy ran back to the house shaking.
When they finally made it back to the house, they were completely beside themselves. Just barely getting out the words, they relayed to Yechiel how they had borrowed the car without permission and had gotten into an accident. As young teenagers, they did not know what to do.
“I have an idea,” Joel said. “Why don’t you, Yechiel, go back to the scene of the accident and tell them that you drove the car, but thought that you were being carjacked, so you immediately ran away. Now that you feel safe, you are coming back and want to pay for the damage.”
The three boys agreed on the idea, and headed back out.
Joel guided Yechiel towards the accident site, while he and Mordy watched from a distance. As Yechiel approached the cops, who had by now surrounded the area, he began explaining what had happened. “I was driving and not paying full attention, and the next thing I knew, I rammed into the car next to me. I got scared because I had heard about carjacks in the past, and so I ran. I’m not from LA, and I was frantic.” “Sir,” said the officer in a firm tone of voice, “you hit someone else and you left.” “Yeah,” replied Yechiel, “but here I am now; I came back.” “Sir, that is a hit and run.”
“The next thing I knew,” said Yechiel, “they handcuffed me.” Joel and Mordy looked at each other mortified. They could not believe what had just happened. Yechiel was getting arrested for no fault of his own. They led Yechiel into a holding cell with a number of other convicted fellows. It was an absolute nightmare for Yechiel, all as a result of something he didn’t do.
Yechiel got out on bail the next day, but he could not bear to look at Joel or Mordy. He was beyond infuriated and disgusted with them. “I will never forgive you Joel,” he said. “I never want to see you again!”
Joel and Yechiel did not speak for some twenty years. They completely lost contact, aside from Joel staying aware that Yechiel spent considerable time flying back to LA to hire lawyers in a fruitless attempt to clear his record.
Twenty-five years later, Yechiel had moved on with his life. He lived with a beautiful family in Far Rockaway, New York, putting behind himself the incident which had occurred when he was a teenager. One day, though, he came across a gentleman whose last name was Bess. “Are you by any chance related to the Bess living in Los Angeles, Joel Bess?”
“Joel’s my brother,” the man replied. “That’s amazing,” said Yechiel. “I need to talk to him right now.” Within seconds, Joel was on the phone. “Joel?” his brother said, “Yechiel wants to talk to you.”
“Joel, it’s Yechiel, I need to tell you a story. When is the next time you’re going to be in New York?” “Just tell it to me,” Joel said. “No,” insisted Yechiel, “I need to tell you in person.” Joel later arrived and met Yechiel, who told him, “Joel, I’m going to tell you a story you’re not going to believe.
“Ten years after that incident with the car, I graduated from college with a finance degree. I began looking for a job, and after a while, I knew that one particular interview I was going for would pretty much set me up with a steady position. After the interview, I was directed to Human Resources, where I just needed to fill out some employee paperwork, after which I would be all ready. I readily answered all the questions, until I got to the last one. ‘Were you ever arrested?' I thought to myself, ‘Yes, I was, but it wasn’t my fault.’ Yet I checked off yes anyway. I never heard back from them. Apparently, they didn’t want to hire someone who had such a record.”
At this point, Joel felt terrible and began profusely apologizing again to Yechiel. “Yechiel,” he said, “I’m so sorry.” Yechiel grabbed Joel’s arm. “Joel, listen. It turned out that the criminal record that you gave me saved my life. You see, that job I would have gotten would have placed my office at the World Trade Center. I would have been there on that fateful day of 9/11 and I wouldn’t be here today talking to you. If I hadn’t sat in jail back then, who knows what would have happened to me?”
“When I heard what Yechiel had to say,” related Joel, “I didn’t say to myself, ‘Oh wow! I’m so happy I stole the car.' Rather, I then realized that even when we make unwise decisions that we regret, G-d still has a plan for us. Even then, everything that happens is for a reason.”
But what was even more incredible about this whole story came to light when Yechiel looked back at his court documents which he had kept from the court proceedings. Yechiel himself had never realized before that the expungement letter which wiped his record clean and was sent to him by the judge was dated 9/11.
Ultimately, there is much more to what occurs in the world than we know and can understand. G-d has His master plan and knows what each and every one of us need in life. All we can do is our best, and Hashem will take care of the rest. “I definitely learned that lesson from that day,” said Joel. “I will never forget it.”