Yesterday on Agassi Street
I probably hadn’t been on Agassi Street for over a decade, until yesterday, when it turned out that I had to run an important errand on the street where the Har Nof massacre took place.
How eery, to drive by the shul where the terror attack took place. I had to wonder how the terrorists chose this shul out of all the shuls in Jerusalem, in distant Har Nof, on a smallish side street.
How sad, to see the buildings lining the long street plastered with death notices for the street’s four murdered residents, the fathers of the 24 new orphans of terror who reside there.
And how inspiring, to be stuck in a traffic jam on little Agassi Street, stuck among the cars of people flowing in from all over Israel to comfort the new widows and their children. Joining together as one family at this time of tragedy.
I think this story below, which was widely publicized in Israel, captures the feeling of unity we have felt in Israel over the past week and which I felt yesterday on Agassi Street….
CORNER STORE KINDNESS IN HAR NOF by Tal Zaguri
And so I found myself last Tuesday in the middle of Har Nof, in a small neighborhood grocery store.
The store owner is talking to one of the workers. Both are discussing the names, just released, of those murdered whilst at this morning’s prayers in synagogue. ”
At that moment a beautiful little 7 year old boy comes in accompanied by his rabbi. The rabbi, in a choked-up voice, announces the full name of the smiling bashful child. The grocer immediately realizes that this is the son of one of those killed in the attack. The rabbi signals that the child has not been told anything.
The grocer rushes up to the boy, ice cream in hand, and says: “Here you are sweetie, you can have whatever you want – Do you like ice cream?” “The kid smiles and says he does. Then the grocer whispers to him, “Any time you want something from my store, just come here and I’ll give it to you for free” “The boy whispers back “Thank you” and looks happy.
His Rabbi thanks the grocer with a look in the eye and the two leave. After the pair left the store, the grocer could not hold back his tears, and held his head in his hands…
This article appeared on Dosim Metsayetsim and www.theyeshivaworld.com