The story occurred shortly after the birth of our fourth child.
My wife woke up on a Shabbos morning and wasn't able to move her neck. She put it down to sleeping in an awkward position. I recall there being a physical therapist not far from our house so I walked there. I'm not sure what my intention was. My wife wouldn't have been able to walk there even if the therapist had agreed to see her without payment on the day or how he would be agreeable to walk to our home whilst leaving his office. Anyhow, I walked up the stairs with my black hat and jacket. I opened the door and to my dismay there was a yoga class in session. It turns out he didn't work on Shabbos!
I decided I would walk a bit further and see what would happen: "HaMaichin mitzadei gaver," HaShem prepares the footsteps of Man. I ended up walking just short of a mile from my house. Success! I had found a physical therapist. The problem was the door was motion activated. I would have to wait for someone to walk in and I would have to follow suit. I waited some fifteen minutes but to no avail. I knew I would have to get home shortly to help my wife with the kids.
I was about to call it a day when a man with a black hat and jacket said, "Good Shabbos, looks like you're waiting for a bus." It turns out I was waiting near a bus stop. I laughed and said, "No, actually I'm waiting for the physical therapist." He said, "Why do you need a physical therapist?" I explained what had happened to my wife. He laughed and said he was a physical therapist and was happy to come to my home to help. I couldn't believe it! I told him I didn't want to put him out. He would end up missing a large chunk of the morning services. I asked what shul he was going to and he named the shul next door to my place!
He ended up coming to our place and helping us out. We've used him countless times again. He also ended up lending us his portable massage table which my wife used when she opened up her remedial massage practice.
