It is the day after Hurricane Sandy. Most families in the neighborhood do not have electricity and men walk around with long faces and preoccupied. The Shul has power. A man walks over to me and starts a conversation. He is obviously in high spirits and joyful.
Man: Rabbi, Hashem make a real miracle for me today!
I (expecting a story about a falling tree that missed him by a few inches or something like that): Baruch Hashem, tell me what happened.
Man: You know that I was out of work for over a year.
Man: So, I was going to have the house go into foreclosure. I had a hearing in June, but I just got a new job and I asked them to postpone it till I got a few paychecks, and they did.
Man: So the hearing was supposed to be October 30th and I was going to offer them a deal, take it or leave it.
I: So what happened?
Man: They postopned it again. I am so HAPPY? I am going to pay some of my tuitions now!
I: Baruch Hashem, you should have a lot of Hatzlacha.
After he leaves, musing to myself - Ah, this is why Rachamim is the plural? Our world runs on Rachamim, which is a combination of Chesed and Gevura. So, goes it in our world. One man's loss is another man's gain.