Counting My Dividends

If I were to count the loss of dividends from my TEVA account I could sit and weep !

Of TEVA, it could be said in David’s lament over the slain Saul and Jonathan, “O how the mighty have fallen”.

Once a giant in the world’s pharmaceutical industry and a leader in the manufacture of generic drugs, TEVA should swallow several of its own pills to alleviate the pain of its losses.

For me, I prefer a simpler and more delicious way to alleviate my pain.

I walk outside my door and take the 179 bus to Tel-Aviv to the corner of Dizengoff and Sderot Ben-Gurion. From there, weather permitting, I walk up to Ben-Yehuda street to number 120. In inclement weather the number 4 bus drops me off at the same place.

My destination is a delightfully small and intimate café called Ruchaleh. Seating indoors or outdoors.

My beloved (Rahel) “Ruchaleh” and I always enjoyed the delicious vegetarian meals, the fine brewed coffee and the choice of scrumptious mouth-watering desserts. I highly recommend it to anyone seeking relief from “turmoil or pain”. And the prices will not increase the pain.

In the days, not so long ago, when TEVA prospered, so too did its clients and share-holders. But as my trusted lawyer in Tel-Aviv reminds me, “be patient; it will bounce back”.

So I return home from Café Ruchaleh and sit down on my mirpeset (terrace) to count my dividends. And they are many!

Dividend # 1 is my physiotherapist daughter, a leader in her field.

Dividend # 2 is my son, a doctor of Internal Medicine whose office is constantly full of patients who adore him.

Dividend # 3 is my younger daughter, a prosecuting government lawyer, who has won about 98% of all her trial court cases.

Dividends # 4, 5 and 6 are my grandchildren, one who was recently graduated from university, one who is in second year of university and one who is making application for admissions to university.

Could anyone ask for better dividends?

I cannot deposit them in a bank for security but they are deeply invested in my heart, and as long as it continues to beat, there is no better security .

As we grow much older, security is a major concern to those of us in the once golden years. The dividends of love which I receive from children and grandchildren certainly sustain me.

Phone calls every day to inquire if I ate my lunch and/ or supper. What did I eat? Did I drink sufficient water so not to become dehydrated? Do I need any grocery shopping? Did I rest? Did I get a good night’s sleep?

The questions are endless. So too is the loving concern.

A neighbor tells me how much I am blessed. She need not tell me what I have always known. She has one son who lives about 40 minutes drive away from her but who can “manage” the drive only about once a month for a brief visit.

Unlike me, the poor woman has few dividends to count.

I remember a Yiddish expression which a former neighbor used to tell my parents: “Kleine kinder, kleine tzorres. Groisse kinder, groisse tzorres” — little children, little problems ; big children, big problems.

If that neighbor were alive today I would happily respond “little children, big children, never gave me problems”. To quote from our Bible, “as you sow, so shall you reap”.

Water the seeds, give it sufficient light and you will eventually see a tall and sturdy plant.

These are my cherished and treasured dividends.

And article # 613 is on its way to the editorial desk tomorrow.

About the Author
Esor Ben-Sorek is a retired professor of Hebrew, Biblical literature & history of Israel. Conversant in 8 languages: Hebrew, Yiddish, English, French, German, Spanish, Polish & Dutch. Very proud of being an Israeli citizen. A follower of Trumpeldor & Jabotinsky & Begin.
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