People are nice

So, since I can't walk normally, I'm running late to ulpan, and have to hitchhike. Fortunately, due to my condition, I don't have to wait that long. He rolls down the window, and we determine that my destination is on his way, so he'll drop me off. We drive off for a while, he points to my cast, and says, "�� ��� ��? (ma kera lecha?) {What happened to you?}" I really didn't feel like getting in to it.

"��, �����. (ah, nafalti.) {ah, I fell.}"

So, we drive on a little farther, he turns to me, and says, in English, "Are you sure you didn't jump?" This is the basically the way my days go. Every day, I'm "stupid," a "crip," and a "gimp." The whole kibbutz knows what I did, and they poke fun at me.

And rightly so.

But the interesting thing is, people are really nice to me. They, after joking, will tell me it's ok, I'm allowed to do stupid things at my age. But they do genuinely nice things to me, to the point that I feel guilty. They get me things. They help me walk. People are quick to give me rides. Bus drivers will wait for me. Little kids that I've ever talked to before, are shaking my hands, and saying ����� �����, (Rephua Shlamah) {It's a Jewish blessing-a complete recovery.}

OK, but the most amazing thing of all was the reaction of that French idiot who punched me in the face. Maybe it was his way of apologizing, but he went, when I was struggling with my lunch tray, to get me a cart to help me with my food. It's amazing.

Get me outa here!!!

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Michael Kadish

"Giving up smoking is easy; I've done it hundreds of times." -- Mark Twain

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