The story is told of one of the pious whose neighbor, a skilled scribe, supported himself from what he earned in the practice of his art.  One day the pious man asked his neighbor, “How are you faring?”  “Fine,” he said, “so long as my arm is sound.”  That very evening he shattered his arm, and he could not write with it for the rest of his life.  It was Divine retribution for having placed his trust in his arm.  ~ Chovos Halevovos

Leilui Nishmas Eliyahu ben Eliezer Moshe