Friday, April 24, 2015

The Gift of the Sabbath

Once in a while, I am completely overwhelmed with the simple joy of Shabbat. I know that I should be every week, but too often, Shabbat is a refuge from the rest of the week, from computers, from phones, from work. It's that, but so much more.

It's been a good week here. Already work-wise, next week is shaping up to be overwhelming. I've got meetings in four different cities and too much work piling's almost scary how much there is...(though I'm not complaining...I'm really not). But this past week was quieter, easier. I took all of Yom HaZikaron, not just half of it. So it meant a week in which I mostly didn't work for two days, mostly concentrated on the house, the family, my thoughts.

Yesterday was great - we did almost nothing, and I loved every minute of it. We went to the fireworks; we had a barbecue; I made pizza and everyone ate almost all of it. In short, it was almost perfect. Not completely. There were important elements missing, but I've been missing these things for so long now I've almost gotten to the point of painful acceptance. That's the way it is when things are out of your control...and when are they not?

So, for the most part, I concentrate on what I can do, what I can change. Don't ask me what I'm talking about...please. The person who can change it, won't; the person who could make it better is as much responsible for making it bad...I've done what I can do and if a person can say that, that's really the end of it.

Enough mystery - that was yesterday. Time with my husband, great food. And yesterday after all was said and cooked, Elie and Davidi roasted two chickens on the grill for our I've got even less I have to do today.

I've got brownies and potato kugel in the oven (strange combination but they aren't fighting at all). I have a table full of challah and challah rolls waiting to go in...soup on the stove, the rice for sushi already made.

Elie's daughter came up a while ago and saw the challah rolls and said, "lalla."

The gift of the Sabbath often starts on the preparation and the anticipation.

And all day long, people have been dropping books off by my front door for the next Maale Adumim Book Swap (learn more about our Book Swap idea here). It's been an amazing concept for more than four years, raising tens of thousands of shekels for charity...and the excitement and dedication of the people in my community, surrounding areas (Jerusalem, the Gush, Beit Shemesh, even as far as up north near Beit Shean) staggers the mind. In just a few hours, people have brought over 250 books to my door and we are well underway and likely to expect close to 5,000 books...again!

The next Book Swap will be held on Sunday, May 3 beginning at 7:30 p.m.!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Stone

Last night, David came over and asked me if I had the pictures he had taken while visiting Poland with his school last year. I didn't think twice about it. I downloaded the pictures from my computer to his flash drive and got back to what I was doing...

Earlier today, while on Facebook, I saw that he had changed his cover page to one of the pictures he had taken on that trip. If you read Hebrew, you will see three words, translated, it says, "Proud to be a Jew".

What isn't clear, unless you know the background, is that David saw the stone from some distance away and using his camera, zoomed in and took the picture.

What isn't clear, is that the picture rests on ashes...human ashes. It was taken in the Maidanek concentration camp, which has a "Mountain of Ashes."

My first reaction to being told that we were approaching this was to believe it was symbolic...that quickly turned to horror when I realized it was exactly as it was named - a mountain of ashes, Jewish ashes, all that remains of the bodies of thousands of Jews murdered and cremated there.

My final reaction remains - who builds a mountain of ashes, who turns it into a "tourist" site?

I wish they had buried the ashes, given them at least that small amount of respect - a fraction of what they are due. I still wish Poland would wake up one day, ask themselves what they were thinking...and bury it all...leave the huge, empty concrete pit and building where the ashes are and simply put up a sign..."Here there was once a mountain of Jewish ashes...the ashes have been buried. If only the hatred that caused it and the agony that resulted from it, could be buried as well."

Last week, we commemorated Holocaust Remembrance Day. Two nights ago, we remembered the fallen soldiers and terror victims in Israel - 23,320 of them since the re-creation of the State of Israel. Today, we celebrated Israel's independence day...and somewhere in the midst of all of this, my son quietly went and posted, "Proud to be a Jew" on his Facebook page.

In six months...God help me...six months, my youngest son will enter the army of the State of his brothers, he will likely go into a combat unit. He is tall and handsome with the same amazing blue eyes that we once thought were a genetic impossibility when Elie was just a toddler.

I wasn't smart enough to be afraid, to be worried, to be emotional six months before Elie went into the army...that only started six weeks before. I learned as quickly as I could, what it was to be a soldier's mother. You'd think it would get all that is right and just in this world, it should get easier...and yet it doesn't.

I know that there is nothing to buy yet, nothing to think about or do, really. Technically, because David went in as part of the Hesder program, he is already a soldier. He can get discounts on trains and at the movies, even at the zoo we visited over the Passover holiday. He was even given dog tags which he was smart enough to place out of my view - too much, way too much for me now.

I saw the picture of the stone and the ashes a short time ago...somehow the picture, David, the days we have commemorated and celebrated all come together. It is what we are all about - as simple and perfect as that. We are proud of who we are and even proud of the long road we have traveled to get back to here, where we have been and dreamed of being for more than 3,000 years.

Loving Israel in Video

I heard about the making of this video long before I got a chance to see it. When I did see it, I looked for the scenes I knew would be there - Chaim kayaking on the Jordan River, water-snappling, and yes, skydiving!

Watch the movie - he's the first person to appear (after the opening one of the guy skydiving which I don't think is him...right, Chaim?)

I had expected to see Chaim...but I loved the scenery and the tone and feel of the whole video. What a great job they did of showing the beauty of Israel and how much we love it here.

The funny part is that before I got a chance to search for a link that I could post here - someone in the States sent it to me...probably not even realizing that we had a "stake" in the video.

I'm so proud that my family adopted Chaim and his brother, Yakov...wait, before Yakov calls me, to set the record straight, we adopted Yakov first and he's our favorite older adopted son...and then Yakov brought us Chaim with a smile and a "he's my brother." And so we responded, as anyone would, simply by saying that this mean Chaim is ours too.

So - enjoy the video and if you aren't in Israel already...watcha waiting for?

What's Wrong with American Jewry....

At first glance, amid preparing for our family barbecue and celebrating Israel, this would seem to be a strange topic to write about on a day where the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the temperatures, usually so hot, are amazingly refreshing.

And yet, there it was on my Facebook page - the perfect answer to what ails American Jewry. No, it isn't assimilation, though that too is a shocking result of how American Jews have been raising their children for generations. It isn't intermarriage, yeah, that too. Those are symptoms of the problem, not the problem itself.

Over 30 years ago, an uncle (three out of four of his children have married non-Jews, one converted to Christianity, two got divorced, one intermarried a second time) told my sister, "I don't like what you people are doing over there."

"You people" were Israelis to him and rather than learn about Israel and what Israel was doing, my uncle chose the easy way out. He listened to the media and bought the story. He'd even been to Israel one time, more than some of his kids ever accomplished.

The "You People" attitude is what's wrong with American Jewry. That's it. That simple. So long as Israelis are - you people, American Jewry will continue on its path to oblivion.

How is Temple Israel in Boston helping to celebrate Israel's Independence Day? Well, not with fireworks and parties, that's for sure. What they've done, instead, is invite two notoriously anti-Israel speakers from two notoriously anti-Israel organizations - New Israel Fund and JStreet.

According to the Americans for Peace and Tolerance this is not the first time this "temple" has taken the less traveled least for Jews who supposedly care for Israel. "Last year, Temple Israel’s Rabbi Ronne Friedman invited to the synagogue his personal friend and anti-Semitic former Imam of the Islamic Society of Boston, Suhaib Webb. Imam Webb has claimed that animosity toward Jews is understandable and last summer proudly and openly raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for a group Israel banned as a Hamas charity," the organization posted to their website.

So JStreet and New Israel Fund will have the floor at "Temple Israel" tomorrow. They are, as far as I am concerned, welcome to it. The bigger question for Rabbi Friedman and the rest of the people who go there is who will attend similar programs in a generation or two, when their children are all gone, no longer proud Jews, probably not even Jews at all.

No Israeli was invited to speak (and even if these two characters have Israeli citizenship, that doesn't make them Israelis), and there is likely little Israel in Temple Israel. Today here in Israel, we celebrate the rebirth of our nation after 2,000 years of exile. For 2,000 years, Jews accomplished the impossible - while our bodies were in exile, our hearts and souls remained connected to our ancient and now modern homeland.

What this and other events scheduled at this "synagogue" prove, is that the so-called leadership of Temple Israel have risen above most Jews in the world, managing to lose their bodies, their souls and, in all honesty, one has to wonder about their minds as well.

So knock yourselves out, Jeremy Ben-Ami (a name I have always loved, so incredibly inappropriate. "Son of my people"? Not by a long shot) and Danny are, in every sense of the word, what is so wrong with American Jewry and ultimately, the ones who will pay for your ignorance and self-hatred is not Israel but your own children and whatever is left of their Jewish souls.

Also from the Anti-Israel Event

Yesterday We Cried, Today...We Celebrate

I LOVE fireworks...always have and I hope I always will.

So - take a moment and smile - Israel is dancing today!


The flags are flying all over; families are taking to the hills to barbecue. I've got potato salad cooling in the fridge, noodle salad almost done. Israel...

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Mountain of Sorrow

Today is like a huge mountain in front of have to get over it to get to the other side. You work, you travel, you do what you do on a normal day...just knowing that it's almost no use - because no matter what you accomplish, there's that mountain there. Only this is a special mountain. In most cases, the sooner you start something, the sooner you can finish it. If you start driving 10 minutes before you planned to, chances are, you'll get to the end of the road just a bit sooner; if you start climbing a path, no matter how rough, the more you move, it would seem the less you have ahead of you. Logical, but not for this mountain.

Today in Israel, before us we have a mountain of sorrow, of sadness, of pain, of loss. We can start climbing today or tonight. Many in Israel have already started; even more climb that mountain almost without end every day of their lives and at some point began to understand that the mountain will, in many ways, always be with them, their path to traverse, their challenge. Sometimes, for them, today and tomorrow are a bit easier because all of Israel walks beside them, holds them in our hearts and listens as they speak of sons and daughters, husbands, wives, parents...our hearts break with theirs, but theirs stay broken.

For most of Israel, we know the mountain's end will come in sight tomorrow night around 8:00 p.m. We know the two hardest times of all will be tonight at exactly 8:00 p.m. and tomorrow morning at exactly 11:00 a.m. At those times, we will stand in silence while our hearts cry out. Our thoughts will go to those we knew, those who are no more. Or we'll think of their families. Or we'll pray for our own sons and daughters. This year, we'll think about the three teens - Eyal, Naftali and Gilad. And the 67 soldiers and civilians who died during the war this past summer. We'll think of Shalom Yohai Sherki, who was run down and killed last week in Jerusalem in a terrorist attack and of the four rabbis axed to death, and the baby, little Chaya Zissel Braun, who was only three months old when she was murdered. On and on, 23,320 times we will mourn this year.

The other side of the mountain is a huge celebration simply that we are still here 67 years later. We'll get over this mountain of sorrow, already knowing on the other side is Israel's 67th Independence Day. What other country in the world celebrates their independence day as a mark that others haven't succeeded in destroying us!

So, tomorrow night all over Israel, there will be fireworks and barbecues and celebrations. There will be laughter and tears of happiness, parties in the streets and such an outpouring of sheer and unlimited joy. But first, the mountain. Today, already, we are dreading the coming hours.

Memorial day in Israel begins tonight at 8:00 p.m. We will remember those who have fallen so that the next day, we can celebrate. We will remember those who were murdered simply because they lived here (or even were just visiting).

There are no barbecues in this country tomorrow, no celebrations, no sales. Unlike some other places, we mourn our dead to the depths of our souls. There are no parades of veterans, like the one that passed my front door as a child in New Jersey. Here, for the most part, the mourning is done quietly. People try to be just a bit more there for the friends and families. Each year, there are more names added. This year, the first after Operation Tsuk Eitan (Protective Edge)...which was a war, not an operation despite what the official title might be...67 more lost...67 years of independence.

So tonight we'll climb that mountain together here in Israel. We'll cry for all we lost, all we had to give up, all of what will never be...and for all of tonight and most of tomorrow, we'll grieve so deeply we'll never really believe there is another side to the huge mountain in front of us.

For now, there is nothing more...23,320 soldiers and terror victims since the founding of the State of Israel...23,320....

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Gavriella Is Dancing in the Heavens

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day in Israel. On a collective level, we are mourning for more than 6 million Jews murdered by the Nazis. On an individual level, we each remember members of our own families as well.

I don’t know all their names…that is the saddest part of all, I think. Their memories live on but in a blur because we know my grandfather had two sisters that remained behind in Poland, but we aren’t quite sure what they were called. I can’t really tell you why that is so important – other than that it is. Without names, they are part of the six million…but still lost.

A name is the most basic thing of all. It doesn’t define you but it is uniquely yours. Even if in some later or earlier generation there was another, still it is yours and yours alone for the time you have it. Without a name, there might have been an earlier generation, but there never will be a later one…the name is lost.

Of all the relatives, there are two that haunt me most. My husband lost all four of his grandparents to the Nazis – but we have their names. Today there are seven Shayes, several Esthers. Yehoshua lives on in my husband’s cousin; Shmuel lives on in our son.

The first name that haunts me belonged to my mother-in-law’s oldest brother. She asked that we give our first son his name, and we did. We know that her brother was the first of the family taken by the Nazis…just before the Passover seder in 1944. It seems so tragic to be a newlywed…to take a wife…and then in that wonderful and exciting first month, to be taken, terrorized, separated, and murdered.

I know, I know – tragic doesn’t come close to the horror, fear and anguish suffered by this young couple and the family left behind. My son, this man’s namesake, is 27, has served in the army of Israel and fought in two wars and has fathered a most adorable baby girl…all things the young Binyamin Elimelech Krausz never got to do…

My son’s daughter, my precious granddaughter carries the second name that has haunted me for 30 years. When I was pregnant with our first child, our beloved oldest daughter and mother to our first grandchild, we began thinking about names…if it is a boy…if it is a girl. In my heart, with no ultrasound and no logic, I knew I was carrying a girl.

Boys’ names passed me by with no interest until finally we rationalized that we would have 8 days to come up with a boy’s name but needed a girl’s name “just in case.” I didn’t care. I knew it would be a girl…and she was born on Rosh Hashana. In the end, she is named for my grandmother with a bit of her second name honoring my husband’s aunt…another victim of the Holocaust.

The name my mother-in-law didn’t want me to use was Gavriella, her young sister who died in 1944, because tradition told her that you do not name a child for another who died young. There are many who say you can get around this by giving a secondary name of someone who lived a long and blessed life; others say that when someone dies in “Kiddush HaShem” – in the sanctification of God’s name, there is no issue.

My mother-in-law was afraid and so the name of her murdered 12 year old sister was not given to her first granddaughter, the only one she lived long enough to touch, to hold, to love.

Her second granddaughter was born five years after she died and carries her name but my mother-in-law never lived long enough to see Gavriella remembered. I didn’t argue with my mother-in-law. I accepted that she was resigned to our not using the name. The next two grandchildren born to her were both boys and the issue never came up again.

But the name haunted me…who would stand for Gabriella? Would we forever leave her name behind in the cold ashes of Auschwitz while my children and others would be born into the sunshine of Israel. I longed for her; I mourned for her. When my youngest daughter turned 12 and celebrated her bat mitzvah, I thought of Gavriella and mourned anew.

As I watched my young daughter grow with her friends, tall and beautiful, free and happy in Israel, it seemed to me that Gavriella’s world got darker and farther away.

And then, my son and daughter-in-law asked us for names for their unborn child…we didn’t have many to give…but almost at the top of my list, the first I thought of…was Gavriella.

A few nights ago, I took a video of little Michal Gavriella dancing to music. Each time the music stopped, my brilliant toddler granddaughter bent down, pressed a button and started dancing again.

And somewhere in the heavens, I dream that Gavriella is dancing too….

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The End of Israel...A Message for Tuvia Tenenbom

What would you do if you read a book that predicted the end of your country...and, in effect, the end of your life and those you love? You'd probably cry a bit...I did. You'd probably reject it...I do.

But you'll think about what the author wrote...I am.

You'll want to dismiss it as nonsense...I wish...more, I believe he is wrong.

Tuvia Tenenbom has written a book, "Catch the Jew". He's a fantastic writer - more, he's a journalist...and I can tell you I say that about very few people today. Most so-called journalists, certainly many of the ones who work for BBC, CNN, and sad to admit, even the "friendly" media like Fox News, are more interested in shaping the news, rather than reporting it. They "frame" it, they will tell you, but the frame is faulty because it comes with a predetermined conclusion.

Tenenbom's book doesn't. You aren't quite sure where he's going to end up - at varying points, you wonder whether someone else will be finishing it because he ended up getting murdered upon discovery that he isn't the Aryan Christian he pretends to be. He goes among the right and laughs at them; he meets with the left and finds them moronic. He meets with Druze, Bedouin, Muslim, Christian and Jew...and pretty much every denomination among them.

I wish I could have met and shown him my Israel because what he considers the "center" of Israel, really isn't; what he calls the "extreme right", isn't either. Shades of accuracy, true, but the depth is sometimes missing just a bit. But, there are two things I think he got wrong. Considering how long the book took, how much time he spent in Israel...that's really not too bad overall.

What he got right is placed before you with sharp, insightful and even sarcastic sentences thrown out there for you, the reader. As he meets with some politician, it is as if he turns his head and speaks to you, explaining that you, like he, should not be fooled by the hot air in the room. 

The first inkling of this comes when he listens to Arabs explain how Israel is responsible for all their they cannot even repaint a small area of a ceiling because the Israelis won't let them...and then almost immediately following this, the Arabs take him (a German Christian journalist who is really an Israeli-born Jew of German descent) to see a Turkish bath being built with European donations to the tune of 2.4 million Euros. His comment "Either the Israelis are stupid, or the Arabs are liars."

He meets with a popular (left-leaning) politician and calls her an idiot; he meets with an unpopular (right-leaning) politician and is surprised by her intelligence. 

He certainly didn't mean to be right-wing, and will deny to the end that he is...and yet his biggest complaints are against the left and the Germans who are spending millions of dollars quietly undermining the Jewish state. Beyond an overall image of Israel, something he does offer to his readers, what the book comes down to for those of us who know Israel very well are those two things...the self-hate of the Jew and the anti-Semitism of the past, which is alive and well and even thriving in Germany, Europe, and elsewhere.

With these conclusions, and the solid proof he offers page after page, you can't argue with Tenenbom. It is on the last pages where you are devastated and as he leaves Israel (having finished the 6 or 7 month assignment he accepted in order to write the book), you cry with him.

I read as he predicted our demise, the end of Israel. There is no other conclusion that he can come to, having seen the endless efforts the left devotes to this very goal. Israel, he writes, a beautiful, amazing, brilliant nation that he has clearly come to love...cannot defeat the Germans and the left, the anti-Semitism, the NGOS and the Europeans and the UN. It is, he believes, a foregone conclusion.

As I closed the book, I was left feeling his incredible sadness...matching it with my own. But not for a second did I believe his conclusion, let me make that clear. It would be like watching a biographical movie where early on, the family is being told their loved one will die and so they cry and you cry with them for the agony in their hearts, even though you know that some miraculous cure is going to be found...after all, the person went on to invent something, do something, star in something...and thus the movie.

No, Tuvia - Israel is not going to die. We've survived so much more than the left-wingers and the Germans. We have known self-hating Jews from the time our people was born, thousands of years ago, and self-serving apologists since our nation was founded decades ago.

As for the Germans...they are as the Assyrians, the Amalekites, the Babylonians, the Canaanites, the Phoenicians, the Ottomans, the Ancient more, no less. We have survived the Hamans and the Hitlers. Germans? Really, please don't worry.

We are isolated and alone...but Tuvia, when have we not been? No, we are not better than anyone else - that is a flaw in the minds of many. They equate chosen with better. Two different words, two different meanings. You can choose the ugliest or the prettiest, the plainest, tallest, smallest. You can choose anything...and yes, God chose us. 

No Jew who understands Judaism equates "chosen" with better. We aren't smarter, though we are smart. We aren't richer, that's for sure but our wealth cannot be measured in dollars and oil. What you didn't learn, dear Tuvia, when you were here, is that if we are anything, we are the most stubborn and the most determined. 

Even the left will rally to meet us in the center when we are threatened. The truest most self-hating Jew will be the one who implodes while those who love Israel will survive. Yes, they may argue about this piece of land or that law, but the Gideon Levys of Israel, the Rabbi Ariks, they were left behind in Egypt thousands of years ago; they'll be left behind in Europe and the United States. 

Their future is not with Israel, but Israel's future is not what you perceived. Last summer, against all odds, thousands of rockets were fired at Israel. Buildings they hit, cars they burned but day after day, the miracles piled up. Your greatest flaw while you were here is that you tried to dig down below the surface of Israel...and you succeeded to some extent, but you missed what was right before you eyes - Israel will not end.

My children walk this land; my grand-children are being born into it. I hope to live long enough to see my great grandchildren dancing here and when I die...please God let it be many, many years from now (like maybe around 70)...I will try to remember to think of you and say, "Tuvia, Tuvia, as your name implies, God is good. God is forever...and so is Israel."

No Tuvia, the book is great, but the ending is wrong. They've shot missiles at us...they've sent suicide bombers...they've tried to poison us, axe us, tractor us, stab us, shoot us, explode us. They've rushed our borders, tried to bomb us from the air. Have you noticed how many things have gone wrong with Iran's nuclear, I don't mean the sanctions...I mean those computer viruses, those strange explosions, even earthquakes.

Israel is a land of miracles and the Jews are a people of miracles. It makes no sense that you can fire thousands of rockets at populated areas and one by one... 99% of these rockets manage to find that little patch of "open" space. 

The Germans can pour all the money they want into Palestinian causes while pretending that they continue to atone for that which cannot be atoned. 

Tuvia, having spent so much time here, I hope you'll come back soon. Never be a stranger from this land where you were born. It is your matter where you roam, no matter where you lay your head at night. Israel will always, always, always be here, just a plane ticket away. We'll still have our idiots and we'll still have our enemies. It's a's a promise. It's our past and our future.

Don't worry, Tuvia - they'll never really catch us.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Robby Berman's Sense of Humor

I've always tried to have a sense of humor and to accept that sometimes I think things are funny when others do not and, conversely, sometimes I think things aren't funny when others think they are hysterical.

The image of the exhausted baby nodding off in different directions to the hysterical laughter of the, sorry - please, take that child and let them rest comfortably. The "It's a Moron" video (take off from It's Amore) now making its way on Facebook showing dozens of...well, yeah...morons...jumping off roofs, crashing into poles, setting themselves on fire while posturing for the camera - sorry, most of these look painful and when funny turns to painful, it just isn't funny anymore. Same with humiliation. I'm not into laughing at the humiliation of others.

Apparently, Robby Berman, proud founder and director of the Halachic Organ Donor Society, doesn't have that problem. He can laugh when someone else is humiliated and gets personally insulted if you don't laugh with him.

Today on Facebook, he posted a video of two Israeli soldiers stationed on the rooftops somewhere. I could guess where, but there's no reason.

I won't post a link to the video. It shows one soldier climbing a full body's length below the rooftop.

When he gets up there, the second one hands up their weapons and then tries to boost himself up - with very little to assist him - and as he struggles, the music clicks in - laughter, childish, evil, nearly hysterical sounding laughter. The soldier drops down to the lower station, tries again, and again. The soldier from above tries to assist - fails...and finally, all accompanied to the wicked laughter dubbed in, the soldier finally manages to dump himself over the wall to the higher station.

The comment Robby Berman added to this video he decided to share goes like this:

"For all my Arab friends, you got me, this is hysterical! For all my right wing friends who can't laugh at themselves...piss off."

Well, first I'll say I'm not Robby Berman's friend.

Second I'll say that this isn't laughing about "themselves" as in "ourselves." This is laughing at an Israeli soldier stationed in some hostile environment.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who was offended. The first person that I know to notice this disgusting Facebook post was Dave Bender, who posted his own response here:

It seems that Robby Berman only has a sense of humor when ridiculing others but not when people disagree with him. He unfriended several of those who disagreed with him. He is so proud of his ability to unfriend those who don't like his "sense of humor" (so much for the plurality and open-mindedness). He even boasted about his ability to cut off people who disagree with him:

Robby can't unfriend me because we aren't friends. So I felt free to post my opinion, citing two people I know who ARE friends with him...

Who should come to Robby's defense...his mother! Now, a mother has a choice in any situation...she can agree with a child or disagree; she can educate or support them when they go wrong. Sadly, Hannah chose wrong.

Sadly, I doubt that Robby will wake up. Meanwhile, others have added their comments (I assume Robby hasn't had a chance to delete them yet).

What I find ironic is what Robby does for a living. He is the "founder and director" of the "Halachic Organ Donor Society" - whatever that is...
Clearly, Robby believes that people should donate their organs when they die. I wonder how many Israeli soldiers have agreed to donate their organs...I personally know the family of at least one. I can't help but wonder what they would feel if they saw Robby's insensitive comment. 

Thank you, Toby...another friend of Robby's who disagrees with him!

Is this really what the director of an organization such as his should be posting to Facebook...what does it say about him...and perhaps about the organization he founded?

To be fair, Robby couldn't have known that just hours after he posted this video, two Israelis would be stabbed, one critically. At this moment, doctors are fighting to save his life after he was stabbed in the neck. Like Robby, this young soldier has worked hard to save others - he is a paramedic; the second soldier his assistant medic.

A sense of humor is a wonderful gift - but only when it is used wisely and properly. The video is accompanied with the wicked, gleeful laughter that clearly indicates, despite Robby's mother's attempt to indicate otherwise, joy at the soldier failing to climb to the much higher perch. I would love to see Robby post a video of himself trying to maneuver the same climb...but never mind. 

I'll end with two more comments - the last the most relevant.

What if one of the two guys stabbed this morning has signed on to be a HODS donor...should they think this is funny...and if they don't...will you tell them to "piss off"?

And here, Robby, is where you choose to be the kind of man, human being, Israeli, you could can spend the next while deleting these comments and pretending that your comment wasn't out of line, that you didn't just side with our can agree that your comment was out of line, certainly insensitive. You can rise up and the two soldiers injured today, to all soldiers and to all Israelis....

Or, you can keep deleting comments, unfriending people on Facebook and stick to the idea that it's okay to laugh at people doing their jobs, support the humiliation of good people and then expect people to consider you sensitive, mature, and compassionate enough to discuss the issue of organ donation. the way, how many Arabs agree to donate organs through your organization?

Oh...and Robby's response....

Well, that's a fail in my department...lighten up...sure, no problem, the way, the bus that comes to my city was stoned about an hour ago. Lighten up, right? Oh, and the light rail was just stoned again this morning. Lighten up, right? 

I guess the old double standard is alive and well...

Terror Attack...and a Parent's Worst Moments in Israel

There are moments in Israel that I want to translate to those abroad. I don't know if I have the words...and that is something that bothers me...but I'm going to try.

About an hour ago, an Arab took a knife and attacked a young soldier. He stabbed him - in the upper chest, in the neck...exactly where is not yet hit the news sites...not that it matters...the young soldier has been airlifted to Jerusalem. He is in serious condition.

The Arab was shot and killed by other soldiers. Teams of soldiers and emergency responders arrived. The Arab's body was covered with a blanket and left there until the soldier was evacuated and the event investigated, documented, understood.

A family received a phone call - it has to be a phone call because they won't waste time while the soldier is alive and in serious condition. Whatever plans they had for his half-holiday have been canceled.

Passover lasts 7 days in Israel (8 outside of Israel...don't ask me to explain that now, please). The first and last days are considered "Yom Tov" - special, holy...we do not drive on these days, most public transportation and stores are closed and, like the Sabbath, we spend these days with family, in the synagogues, with friends. The middle five days are considered something in between regular days and holy days - still a holiday, but not to the same level as those other two days.

And so on these days, we travel, we hike, we visit. We picnic by the lake and take the kids to the zoo...

This young soldier's family might have already left for a hike somewhere or planned to have friends over for a barbecue. Instead, a short time the past hour, they received the call they have been fearing since the day their son entered the army. Somewhere in Israel, they are driving to the hospital...or maybe if they are from Jerusalem, they are just arriving there.

If the soldier is a lone soldier, a boy who chose to come serve in the army here, as our Yaakov and Chaim did, while his family is still living abroad, then that "adopted" family is frantically driving to Jerusalem. If the boy has two parents living could be driving and one on the phone. Imagine, if you can, the combination of terror and tears...or perhaps they are more capable of coping with a crisis. Some people fall apart later, others fall apart immediately.

I used to be better with things than I am now...I didn't handle the air raid siren well this past summer when I knew that Aliza was outside somewhere. I didn't handle it well when Elie's wife called me to tell me that they were driving back to the house...that Elie had been called to fight almost three years ago.

I want you to imagine what it is almost impossible to imagine. How ridiculous is that? I pray you are never where these parents are now...I pray to God I am never there...

How do you breathe? How do you drive a car? But you have to, don't you - you have to get to your son...the whole time fearing what you will find...please God, let him live...please let them be able to fix him and save him and please let him be all that he was before.

It's a bit over an hour and 20 minutes since the this moment, the doctor's are working. It's been released that there was another soldier also stabbed but lightly. He is the one who shot the terrorist.

This is the hard part...these next few hours until they release a news update to tell us how the soldier is doing...

I have no experience with this...other than for the endless times, deep in the darkness of the night, when I imagined this happening, imagined the phone call, the desperation to hear my son's voice, to know he was okay or would be okay.

I imagined the frantic drive...once, when we were in Eilat, I imagined the frantic flight because I wouldn't have wasted four hours driving, I reasoned...all to get there to see him, to touch, to hug...

I pray that the parents of this young man are already there - have already been allowed to see him...though chances are he is still being cared for. But the hospital personnel are experts here. They have skills they have been learning for decades.

Someone will come and brief the parents immediately, will sit with them, get them something to drink, to eat. They will not be alone. Soon, someone from the boy's unit - his commanding officer and perhaps even higher, will be there and will sit with them as well.

Friends and neighbors will organize food for the family, help take care of younger children if needed. Whatever they need, Israel will see to it and maybe that will bring comfort later on. They will never be alone - all of Israel is with them at this horrible moment and hopefully well into the future as they help their son get better.

For now, there is only the need, the fear...

I watched a posted video as the ambulance pulled into the hospital. I don't know if this is with the first soldier or the second, but even as the ambulance was stopping, medics were rushing to open the doors...inside, in addition to the wounded soldier, was another who had ridden with him. Never alone...the wounded soldier was wheeled quickly from the ambulance...the other soldier looking a bit lost, a bit overwhelmed, quickly followed. Never alone.

More news is coming out - the critically wounded soldier was a paramedic...the soldier who shot the terrorist was a medic who assisted him. They have dedicated their army service to helping others...and now they are in need.

May God watch over this young man, this boy...send him a refuah shlayma - a fast and complete recovery. May He send strength to the family and bless them with all that they need in the days to come.

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