This Made My Day
Day 39 of the war and I had the most wonderful experience.
Each and every one of us have a system. No, we haven’t figured this out. And, no, we aren’t sitting at home all day long during this most horrific circumstance we’ve been thrown into.
Most people that I am in contact with are living a delusional life. If we are lucky-somehow- we get through the day in one piece.
This morning I did my usual calculation of when to go out for my power walk-I rarely determine that I will pass on it. It hasn’t been an option for me. I evaluate when to leave my safe space and trick myself into thinking positively- that maybe I can get this done without out any interruption-as in a deafening red alert drilling in my brain. I then remind myself where the nearest bomb shelter is for cover, place my pods in my ears and move on.
I was getting close to the finish line of my workout when I saw a young couple exit their apartment building and noticed them stop in their tracks. Then I heard it loud and clear- the “Htraha” and it was quite loud from both their phones. I stopped my music and casually asked them if there is a bomb shelter I can go into from the building.
This sweet couple both answered instantly. Of course, they said-but let’s wait for the siren. We continued to exchange friendly vibes and names- because this is what we do. We waited out the 4-5 minutes until the Iranian missile will begin to burst into our territory and in the sky above where we all live our daily delusional life. If it passes over our city it will indubitably explode in a nearby city and destroy places and kill innocent people-nobody is immune.
Suddenly, it began to roar, not a surprise but definitely sickening to hear. It’s louder outside in the street, yet the three of us calmly climbed 15 steps and entered their building as they lead me to their elevator. Where in the world would I ever go into anybody’s home not knowing them? Better question may be-where in the world would any stranger insist I go with them for shelter? As if this wasn’t enough to make my day- when we got to the door of the apartment a mature man-closer to my age (65) opened the door for his son and partner and told me to follow him in as if we know each other. Here, I thought it was the young couples’ place we were going into. I received a bonus and found myself in a safe room in the corner of their home along with the wife and housekeeper, as the door was sealed tight.
They took me in to spend 10 minutes together in the privacy of their home as the most natural thing to do. I told them that this is one of the many moments that I love about living here. To feel as if you’re a part of a larger family that truly cares for humanity.
Yes. It was an only in Israel moment. Obviously❣️ Constantly grateful.
