Archives for May 2006

It’s a small world; you have to behave yourself- II

This morning we were driving to Jerusalem and as happens all too often, as I was driving in my lane, so was a motorcyclist – bent on self-destruction. It reminded me of something that happened many years ago.

As the time, I was about 40 years old. We were living in Fort Sill, Oklahoma. My husband was a chaplain on the Army base and I had my private practice in town. One day as I was driving on post, out of nowhere, speeding through a stop sign from a side street, came a motorcycle. I slammed on my brakes in time to just tip the back of the bike. The rider fell off, but immediately got up. I was shaken. A man who was driving a truck behind me saw the whole thing and said that he would call the military police. The motorcyclist begged him not to call the police. He said that there had already been a number of motorcycle accidents in the unit and if this one came to the attention of his commander, then no one would be able to ride. The man from the truck suggested that perhaps the fact that he was speeding, had run a stop sign, and was wearing neither gloves nor helmet (both of which were required on the post) might also have something to do with his reluctance to call the police. The cyclist assured both of us that he was just fine and that we shouldn’t worry about him.

The man from the truck gave me his name and phone number should I need a witness. All three of us left the area.

Later my husband came home. He said he had had a rough day. I asked if it was rougher than hitting a guy on a motorcycle. He then asked me if the motorcycle was black with red flames on the side and yellow flames coming out of the top. I asked how he knew. He said that he was walking near his office and saw a soldier standing next to his motorcycle and trying to fix something on it. My husband asked him what was wrong. He told him that he had been riding his motorcycle on the post and all of a sudden this old lady came barreling along the street and hit him. She had been going 80 miles an hour. The military police had arrested her.

I wonder if he ever imagined that he was talking to that old lady’s husband!


The following article is taken in entirety from today’s Jerusalem Post

May. 3, 2006 18:25
Soldier refuses to shake Halutz’s hand

A soldier being honored at a national ceremony on Wednesday refused to shake the hand of Chief of General Staff Lt.-Gen. Dan Halutz in protest against the disengagement from the Gaza Strip and northern Samaria last August.

The soldier, Cpl. Hananel Meged said that when he saw Halutz, all he could think of was the bulldozers razing his grandfather’s house in Gush Katif. His grandfather passed away shortly after he was relocated from his home.

The IDF said that, following the incident, Meged’s nomination as an outstanding soldier would be re-examined. The official response stated that such behavior was political, was not appropriate and there was no place for it in the armed forces.

The event, attended by President Moshe Katsav, Interim Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, Halutz, and a large crowd of veteran soldiers, represented a salute to the veterans and an appreciation of 120 soldiers singled out for outstanding service. Meged was nominated to be honored because “In spite of the difficulty experienced from his personal loss, he continued to function and contribute to the unit.”

During the ceremony, the chief of staff stressed the importance of maintaining a “strong and united IDF.”

Following the incident, the president reproached the soldier. Halutz said that the matter should be given a day or two in order to consider how to proceed.

On the other hand, some of the families who were evicted from Gush Katif last summer called Meged to laud him for his actions, Army Radio reported.


Let me get this right. The soldier was judged to be outstanding. However, the sight of the chief of staff reminded him of the expulsion of his grandfather from the home that he had legally built and lived in—the expulsion that possibly contributed to the death of his grandfather. His act of disobedience was to refuse to shake the hand of one who had overseen that operation. He did not shout, curse, walk out, hold up a sign. He registered his feelings by refusing to shake a hand. And now they are thinking of re-examining his nomination???

Shame on them. Shame on them for throwing innocent people out of their homes, providing no adequate alternative housing, providing no alternate sources of employment, for demonizing these people – all for the vain hope that the Arabs in Gaza would settle down and stop targeting Israel. Well, a fine plan that was. The power plant in Ashdod is their prime target, and now, with their ability to get closer to it without the intervening Israeli communities, it is only a matter of time… And they are going to re-examine his nomination??????


We remember them all

They are so beautiful. I see them on the television today. One after another. Little boys and girls, teens, men, and women. They lived only a few short years. They died before they grew up, before they had a chance to marry, before their children were old enough to leave home. They were like the branches on a blossoming tree, cut off in full bloom, never allowed to bear fruit.

They leave mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, sons and daughters, whose lives are lived in the shadow of pain, never really believing that their loved ones will not return to them, hoping that this is some cosmic mistake that will be corrected.

They died defending their people, their land from those who desire our destruction. Many died only because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time when some homicidal maniac decided that blowing up the innocent was a way into heaven.

Today we remember them all. In pictures and films we see their smiles, their laughter, and the warmth and affection they shared with those they loved. We embrace their loved ones and we pray that our enemies will begin to place more value on their own lives than on hating and destroying others.

For more about today, see

A story with a moral

It was another one of those days in Israel when nothing makes sense. My daughter, having gotten her nails built before her wedding, has urged me to treat myself and finally today, I did.

The woman who builds nails is a lovely young woman with a pretty face that is almost perpetually smiling and an inviting manner. She enjoys what she does and I think more than anything, she enjoys talking with people.

And so, as we made small talk, she mentioned that her father was her hero. He is a really special person, she told me. She said that he owns a pet shop in a nearby town and I asked her where.

A couple of months ago, my daughter dog-sat. Her friend has a pretty white dog called Barbie and Barbie was a guest at my daughter’s house for three weeks or so. This delighted my daughter’s male dog, Poofy. However since her owners had been assured that Barbie was “’fixed,” no one worried about any consequences.

Shortly after my daughter’s wedding, she received word that Barbie was “with pups.” Clearly they were Poofy’s since only he had means, motive AND opportunity.

About a week ago, Barbie gave birth to 5 little white pups.

Whose owner buys dog food at the nail-builder’s father’s store.

The moral of the story: It’s a small world; you have to behave yourself.