Pride or Hubris?

Relaxing and reflecting on my life, viewed from the perspective of old age. I started to think about what I have lived through. I came to Israel as a naïve, simple suburban London girl, loved a gorgeous and for me, exotic man, who asked me to come to this country, to marry him and make my life here. Looking back, I really did not have any Zionist feelings; in fact I really did not consider how my life would be here. I just came!

All I know, is that I wanted to marry him, and the life here in Israel looked different, strange and well, I admit, exciting. And it is not just me, it’s all of us who made Aliyah all those years ago and decided to entwine our lives and our fate with this new country.

We lived through wars, terrorism, so many highs and lows. It was exciting. Too exciting maybe, never dull. We had two children, and I made it my life’s work to look after them, and give them all that I could to help them grow into lovely people

Now comes the Hubris, or is it pride? I look at the two children, who became successful adults and I look at my seven grandchildren and think seriously that I, no we, all of us, are part and parcel of the fabric of Israel. We are building the country; we are all building this new/old Israel. My coming here ….into this new Israel, this amazing ongoing experiment, this miracle in the making, makes me proud to be an integral part of it all. Is this hubris, or just simple pride?

About the Author
Made aliya in 1960, worked in the English department of Kol Israel, dealt in tourism for 30 years, brought up a family. Generally a "normal" life here in this challenging country.

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