On shabbat I was walking back from the Kotel after eating with Shmulik and the Na Naches. I walked past the pub on the end of Yafo, some drunk guy started up with me. I was not afraid of him at all but when he picked up a glass bear bottle over his head, I realized that I was in trouble. I started running, he threw it at me with all his might. The bottle whizzed by me missing me by an inch splattered to pieces. Before I had a chance to recover anther bottle came flying at me. The second bottle also missed me by an inch.
Both bottles shattered into hundreds of pieces and I was not hit by a single piece.
I therefore praise Hashem and his greatness for saving me on Shabbot night.
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