1.
No matter where you walk in the Old City of
Jerusalem, you can be sure that your footsteps land where characters straight
out of the Bible once walked, kings and prophets and priests. You even think to
yourself, “I am walking where David walked. Where Solomon walked,” and you give
a little shiver, though you walk there every day.
2.
In 2001, in response to terror, grief, and the
loss of one of
their own, a group of women founded a musical theater troupe called Raise Your Spirits that, until
today, puts on shows written, produced, and performed by and for women. The actors will not let the terrorists win. It is a statement: “You
cannot keep us down. We will rise up and live our lives, and bolster the spirits
of our sisters, no matter what you do.”
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Raise Your Spirits (author at center) |
3.
Traveling to pre-State Israel once meant an
arduous trip by boat with no assurance that as a Jew, you’d be allowed to enter
the country. Today, Israel is only a plane ride away and not only can Jews enter
the country, but they can have citizenship and vote, because Israel is today,
the Jewish State.
4.
In an Israeli hospital, a Jew may be the
recipient of care and kindness from Arab doctors and nurses and vice versa, on
some level, a proof of de facto coexistence that gives lie to the Apartheid smear.
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Hadassah ICU, courtesy Barbara Sofer |
5.
On a crowded Israeli bus or train, if you are
pregnant, elderly, or infirm, someone will inevitably stand to give you their
seat.
6.
During a terror attack anywhere else in the
world, those in the vicinity will flee. In Israel, rather than keep away,
civilians will come running toward the scene of the attack from blocks away to
offer assistance.
7.
It was a long walk from the car to the cemetery
in Kfar Etzion, where Ari Fuld was buried, but residents of the Kibbutz set out
a table with water, soft drinks, and cups for those on the sad trek to the funeral,
an expression of loving kindness during a time of shared grief for one of our
own.
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On the way to Ari Fuld's funeral. |
8.
When you open your eyes in the morning and pinch
yourself because you’ve just woken up in Israel.
9.
Visiting the Cave of the Patriarchs or Rachel’s
Tomb, it comes on you that you are literally in the place where the Jewish
matriarchs and patriarchs are buried, and you get goosebumps, even if you’ve
been there a dozen times before.
10.
Landing in Israel for the first time, you are
seized by the desire to bend down and kiss the earth, but discover that tarmac
doesn’t taste—or smell—very good. Still, your heart is full and your eyes are
wet.
11.
Touching the stones of the Western Wall, you
suddenly understand that history is real. That this retaining wall was built by
Herod—that history really happened.
12.
Watching a bridal couple under a canopy on a
starlit night in Jerusalem or watching a son’s bar mitzvah at the Wall is
invested with so much more meaning than could possibly be realized anywhere
else in the world.
13.
At the conclusion of a son’s college graduation
ceremony, everyone rises to sing Hatikvah,
the Israeli national anthem, and you are so moved, thinking what a miracle it
is that Israel has such fine academic institutions and that your Jewish son has
had the benefit of a college education in the Jewish State.
14.
When you marvel at hearing your children and
grandchildren converse with each other and with their friends in Hebrew, even
after 43 years of life in Israel.
15.
The happiness one feels at seeing your Jewish
children marry Jewish spouses and have their own Jewish children, knowing that
this outcome would not at all have been assured had you stayed in the States.
16.
Watching your grandchildren playing under the Israeli
sun, and think how they are growing up free and proud to be Jews, and your
heart swells with joy. It’s how you know you made the right decision: Aliyah.
17.
You study your family tree only to discover realize
your ancestors lived and died in Jerusalem, and you no longer feel like an
outsider. You walk on Jaffa Rd. with your head held just a little bit higher,
knowing that your roots are just as strong as anyone else’s, despite your
awkward grasp of Hebrew.
18.
When you buy a burekas and a cup of lemonade
from Burekas Ramle in the Machane Yehuda market, and ask how much it costs, the
shopkeeper will give you a meaningful look and say, “Chai Shkalim” (18 shekels), 18 being the numerical value of the
Hebrew Chai, or LIVE! The price never
seems to change.