Hashgochoh Protis XXIII - השגחה פרטית: Special boys celebrating special Hashgochoh Protis

There was once a Bochur in Eretz Yisroel who - having finished his Yeshivah learning was looking for a Torah’dige place work in. He noticed an ad offering just such an opportunity, namely a Yeshivah on the French-Swiss border, catering for special boys.
After working there through the whole winter of 5778, he found himself on Purim without a real friend or family member. He walked out of the Yeshivah building onto the street and - reflecting on the time he’d spent at this Yeshivah as a councillor - he realised that he neglected to maintain a Kesher with his Mashgiach of his Yeshivah-years.
Being in ‘Purim mode’ he half-jokingly spoke to his mentor: “If we’re still friends, please send me a message now and here”.
As he finished these words, he noticed a car slowing down, the window coming down and a Frum-looking guy shouted at him “hey Yeshivah-man, what are you doing here on Purim night, out in the boondocks?”.
Turns out that across the border, a pair of friends were looking to spend Purim night in style and set out by car to a town with a Jewish community, only to become stuck in gridlock traffic.
The driver’s companion didn’t like this static situation and showed his driver that whilst Waze reported a solid red line on the route they chose, there was another road that showed a free-for-all ride all the way over the border.
They argued about the pros and cons of having to abandon their plan and drive into the unknown, but in the end the guy in the passenger seat prevailed: they were going to aimlessly drive along the many hamlets and villages until they found a Purim-themed destination.
After driving like this for over an hour, they reached this quaint little French village and saw the most unlikely sight: a Yeshivah boy in full regalia standing outside a neglected building, speaking as to himself.
They slowed down and turned wound the window down, asking him point blank: “hey Yeshivah-man, what are you doing here on Purim night, out in the boondocks?”.
What followed was a spirited schmooze on the significance of this encounter and a night filled with Simchah, surrounded by special boys celebrating special Hashgochoh Protis.