It was anything but a usual Thursday morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table watching the biggest winter storm that Jerusalem had seen in decades. The snow had been falling for hours, coating the city in a blanket of white powder, and I kept checking to see if public transport was running as I was due to travel south.
Then the call came. A massive tree had fallen just up the street, blocking the entrance of our neighbors’ home, damaging the exterior and snagging cables on the way. Moments later my Dad and I were off, Baywatch-style, running up the street in a near foot of snow to help them. The branch was massive but, almost like those mothers who see a child under a car and channel some super-human strength, I braced myself against a wall and lifted one end of the tree. We positioned the hunk of tree onto my father’s back while momentarily using the freed-up space to access two saws. We hacked at the tree until it was in three pieces and then, through team effort, rolled it off of the door to clear the entranceway.
I couldn’t have done it without my Dad, but he couldn’t have done it without me either. We’re three girls in my family and I was always raised as “his boy”, but – lifting up that branch and being needed for my brute physical strength – I just felt like a strong, strong woman. Truly helping people is an incredible feeling and I give a hat tip to acro for making me strong enough to tackle this challenge.
I’ve been in Israel for three weeks now and I’ve just extended my stay by another two. I haven’t been blogging much because I have mostly been taking this time to heal and center myself, and spend time with family rather than broadcast stories to the world.
That said, I have had some hilarious and fascinating experiences over here that I would love to share, so I will try to post even just a photo update in the coming days. Happy 2013 to all!
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