06/23/2025
I’m standing at a red light when suddenly the man in the car in front of me gets out of his car. He walks over to the string of Israeli flags that fell and reattaches it to the tree.
The spirit of the Israeli nation - perfectly encapsulated.
Before me stands a man that started his day sitting in a bomb shelter after very few hours of sleep from the last time he had to sit in one.
On his way home from what is likely a long day of work. Bills need to be paid, mouths fed.
Still has the will and honor to go out of his way in a small gesture of good will, to keep the spirit alive.
It’s something I can’t put into words or explain to someone who doesn’t understand.
The last (almost) two years are felt here, they’ve taken their toll on this country.
And while it’s tough, families are in pain, the country (very much like the string) is hanging by a thread - there is still enough will and honor to get back up again. Every single time.
My deep sense of love for Israel comes with a heavy heart, I find it very difficult to remove the emotional toll that comes with war, especially when it’s in my home.
When I’m away, it’s easier to force myself to disconnect and focus on myself.
But when I’m here, there is no way to disconnect, there is no way to ignore it.
So while I may be in pain - there is a sense of relief in knowing that the spirit of this nation is truly unbreakable.
It’s inspiring and beautiful, a true reflection of a people’s ability to live in the moment and let the moment be, simply because the next moment, is unknown.
ארץ חלב ודבש 🧿
