Kindness is in our nature. Our good friends Miryam and Baruch crossed the pond a few years ago and found themselves in a strange land. But strangers are only strangers until they are not. Blanche DuBois whispered into Miryam’s ear: “I’ve always depended upon the kindness of strangers.” Miryam took the hint, and what followed was a sweet act of kindness that set the tone for our uncertain immigrants. (A rhetorical question: If where you end up at the end of your travels you call home, are your really an immigrant?).
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And here is Miryam’s More Good story
Sometimes Getting Lost Is The Best Route Home
Realizing that I had entered the wrong street number in my Google-walk app, I slumped against a shop window on Yaffa Street under some shade, and took a deep breathe. My husband, Baruch, had already reached his limit of patience due to our ordeal of taking two wrong buses, and now I feared the realization of putting in the wrong address may very well send him flying into the twilight zone! What should have been a 15 minute bus ride from our apartment to Mahane Yehuda open market, had turned into a 6 hour tour of Jerusalem! We were now late to meet our good friends at a restaurant and still in a frenzy. My phone battery was about to die, and we were in need of a bathroom. Bibi (my nickname for Baruch), appeared to be scanning the universe for inner strength, looking like a bull fuming in anticipation of a full blown explosive outburst, while I was desperately searching to relocate our whereabouts on my phone app. In my peripheral vision I noticed two young men a short distance away, peering into a store window. They were very well dressed in their hats and suits of black. Normally, I would not approach two seemingly religious men, as the Jewish religious culture sometimes prohibits males from talking with unknown females. Glancing once more at Bibi, now foaming at the mouth, then back at the men at the window, I decided to go for it! What did I have to lose? The most they could do was scowl and walk away.
“Excuse me” I said, in my most grandmotherly tone, “We appear to be a bit turned around, would you be so kind as to help us with an address?” as I turned my phone towards them showing our destination.
A moment of silence followed as they inspected me, then noticed Bibi, who had moved in a bit closer. And then, an unexpected surprise was bestowed upon us! These two strangers took pity on us and smiled. A wave of reassurance washed over us, as we exhaled in relief. We must have looked desperate, which we actually were, as we thanked them profusely for helping us, explaining that we had just arrived in Israel a few weeks ago. With sudden exuberant energy, they insisted we follow them as they escorted us to our destination! “It’s on our way!” they chimed cheerfully. Their swift strides steered us seamlessly through the busy side streets, as we increased our pace to keep up. Amid the hustle and bustle of 5pm traffic, they managed to engage us in conversation while walking, curious to know our stories. With exuberant joy they both exclaimed “Mazel Tov!” at the top of their lungs, wrapping their arms around Bibi with zealous man-hugs. “Welcome to Israel” they shouted, as everyone on the street spontaneously joined in! We were quickly filled with positive encouragement, which dramatically adjusted our attitudes! Just a few minutes prior we were ragged, dusty, sojourners, lost in the sea of downtown Jerusalem. Now, suddenly, we were infused with a mega-dose of comfort and joy which lifted us out of our desperation like a magic potion. As lively music blared out of shops along the way, our two friends shouted hello to friends within, kicking up their heels and snapping their fingers in the air to the tunes. I thought for a minute that I may have been transported to someone’s wedding or bar mitzvah! One of our new friends stopped for a moment to buy a lollipop, saying with a tender glimmer, that he must bring home a treat for his little girl waiting for him at home.
Our short walk had turned into a magic carpet ride of emotional transfusion, renewing us and giving us hope that we would survive living in a new place and culture, in our 70’s no less! Bibi’s frothing had melted down into the tender old man within, and I, likewise, was relieved to say the least. As we approached our destination, we saw our friends waiting for us on the sidewalk. We felt overwhelmingly blessed and honored by the kindness offered to us by two complete strangers. Saying goodbye to our rescuers was like departing from close family, not people that we had just met 10 minutes earlier. Then it dawned on me —- Israel was my family.
And I realized; there is no place like home.
9 thoughts on “Miryam Howard-Meier channels Dorothy for our third contest entry”
Vigorous, happy piece! Strangers become friends, nations become family. Glad to see you back, and glad that Israel is portrayed in a kindly light. Hugs to you, Mike
Thanks Mike!! There are so many more truly sweet encounters that I could share from our time here. Although it was a major move for us, we have been very blessed… Kindness flows in all directions—we gratefully receive and gratefully give back.. It is a constant flow.
This is a very well written piece that conveys a lot of emotions. I appreciate how is shows that any stranger can become friends with another if they try hard enough. Very nice.
Thanks for the comments my friends!
Like walking into a room full of relatives you’ve never met but want nothing more than to call you brother or sister or cousin or mother or father or any other form of relation. This piece reads like that.
Your terrific story does not surprise me in the least. I imagine the sphere of light surrounding the two of you as you boiled and bubbled in the streets, went out through the crowds, seeking a sign that you made the right choice in your lives, and in return receiving the crown of humanity. How could your family not show their faces and open their hearts to you both. I know there are people who miss your physicality but wish you the very best as you venture in spirit. So do I.
Hey Michael!!! You are so kind and encouraging…
Love your writing. Hope to read you again soon.
Oh, I think I remember your telling me this story! Praise the Lord for putting all of those souls in your path! Hoping that you’ve met many, many more sweet people like them! Missing you and Bibi terribly <3
Hello my lovie Stefanie…. Thanks for your sweet comment. One finds out how truly important it is to help one another when you are new to a Land… and there are many such people here in Israel, despite the crazy media depictions!! Come see us! Bibi and I will introduce you to them!! BTW…. we are so proud of you for the work you are doing on the site. Keep us posted!!