The Night Mikveh Saved My Life by Anonymous (Purim Semifinalist #2)
Adar 1976. I was a nineteen-year-old newlywed anxious to get home as quickly as possible to my husband when I ran towards the bus that night in Rechavia. Panting, I made it to the door, but the driver closed the door and drove away, leaving me in shock and tears.
My husband was waiting for me, my first mikveh night following our wedding. It was the night we had been waiting for.
I had left as early as I could for the mikveh in order to get home as early as possible to prepare a romantic dinner for the two of us.
But the waiting room at the mikveh had been packed, and the wait had turned into hours.
In those days there were few mikvaot in Jerusalem that catered to English speakers, so I waited and waited.
As the bus drove off down the street, my dreams of preparing the romantic dinner evaporated. It was so late, my husband was surely already home.
Standing on an empty street in the dark, my thoughts were racing with anger and frustration. If only that driver knew what an important night this was! All I wanted was to do was go home and cry!
An hour later, another bus finally pulled up. It was 10 PM by the time I finally arrived at the bus stop next to my home. I deleted the romantic dinner from my mind. Would cold cereal do?
With my mind swirling with anger and cereal I walked up to my building and saw two neighbors standing outside looking like the world had ended. They told me there had been a bomb on a bus. It took another minute for me to digest that… A bomb on a bus, people injured, people killed.
Suddenly another thought entered my mind: Hey, what bus was it? When my neighbors answered I almost fainted. The bomb had exploded on the bus I had missed!
From a naive young Kallah to a shaking aged woman I mounted the stairs to our apartment.
My husband opened the door for me, I rushed into his arms, and I felt His arms mingling with his arms.
Gratitude was longer in coming. It took a while for me to understand the unspoken voice whispering: “My dearest daughter, you did a mitzvah. Those who perform My mitzvot are protected as I, your Father, protected you.”
The author lives in Jerusalem’s Ramot neighborhood. She has 11 children and 13 grandchildren and works as a receptionist at a BioPharma company.