TheÂ fourth thing that I do every morning is turn on my computer and go through my tabbed list of start pages on Internet Explorer. First, it’s the Jerusalem Post, and they’re good for at least one article idea – at least one.
Then, I go to Marallyn’s blog, Shalom from Jerusalem. She has a ‘view from the street’ kinda blog – more human, more positive, more… Israel. It’s required readingÂ by yours truly every morning.
Then, I go… but, I didn’t. I didn’t go on to the next tab in my start list because Marallyn had said this:
A native born Canadian, I sometimes wonder how I chose to live in a country that is hot and hotter for at least eight months of the year. Vey!
The truth is the country chose me. I just landed at the airport and it sorta grabbed me…took my breath away. You know…like meeting a person for the first time and something in your brain tells you that you have simply got to know this person better. That was it.
In a way, that was me too. A vastly different way, but still that same strange connection that was (and still is) unshakeable. I just HAD to get to know this country better.
I suppose that some would say that it’s a form of insanity. Or, maybe there’s this incredibly deep spiritual connection. Or, maybeÂ IÂ was dropped as a baby. Or…
The ‘Or’s don’t matter. What matters is that from the moment that I discovered the existence of Israel in a personal way, I was hooked. I wasÂ ten, or eleven, and I was captivated.
It could have started even earlier, but it’s hard to say. We’re barely conscious at ten, let alone eight or nine.
Anyway, I was captivated by this tiny little country that fought and won against the worst odds imaginable. Their story had captured my imagination, and I wanted in – long before I ever knew what it meant to be ‘in’.
From the moment that I stepped off the plane that first time, it felt more likeÂ home than any other ‘home’ that I’ve had. There was something visceral, something that resonated at a level that mere words could never have described – and still can’t.
However, like the most important things in life, Israel doesn’t come free, and sometimes the price is terrible. That’s why more than 95% of North Americans who come to live in Israel don’t stay. They just can’t pay the price.
What sane person would want to?Â