I am Freaking Out, But…
Locking me and my family inside this house and throwing away the key.
That’s what I wanted to do after my husband called to tell me about this morning’s wave of terror attacks around Jerusalem and Israel.
But then I looked at my 23-item long to-do list, and realized that I can’t lock myself in the house until I make sure my 8 and 10-year-old have working cellphones (to be used in case of emergency on the off chance that I ever let them out of this house ever again.)
I walked quickly from my home out to the Givat Shaul shopping area. Was it just my imagination, or were all the drivers passing me by looking quite relieved and grateful that they were inside locked cars and not easy prey out on the street like this JewishMOM?
When I walked into the cellphone store, the owner was discussing this morning’s attacks with a buddy. From his tone I suspected that he wished he could close up his store and rush home like I was about to.
As I passed the owner my credit card he said, “Everything happening now is very stressful. I live in Pisgat Zeev. You know the 13-year-old boy who was stabbed in Pisgat Zeev while he was riding his bike yesterday? My brother-in-law saved his life.
“Yes, really. The boy used to help out at my brother-in-law’s store, and yesterday he was on his way there when the terrorist stabbed him and nearly killed him. The boy screamed out to my brother in law, “Asi! Help, I’m dying!”
“My brother-in-law didn’t have anything else, so he stopped the bleeding from the boy’s artery with a clean floor rag.”
And then the owner pulled up his sleeve and showed me his forearm, which was covered from top to bottom with white goosebumps.
An unexpected wave of terror met by a city of heroes I never knew existed.
On the way home from the cell phone store I spoke with my learning partner, Chaya.
I told her, “Chaya, I’m freaking out. Panicking. Want to lock me and my family in my house and throw away the key.”
And she reminded me of some things I needed to hear.
She reminded me that panicking never helps.
She reminded me that “Ain Od Milvado”–everything that happens is from Hashem.
She reminded me that Hashem wants me to use common sense regarding safety– keeping my door locked and avoiding dangerous areas.
And she reminded me that despite the current stress, my home should remain a happy, pleasant place to be. As a family we should read some Psalms together or say blessings out loud or work harder to be kind to one another–to bring about Hashem’s mercy. But, in general, my home should remain a tightly-sealed ark floating joyfully and safely along the waves of havoc.
And maybe, in that small way, you and I, JewishMOM, can be heroes too.