"For the first time ever" is something I've been saying a lot lately. Turning over a new leaf in life, I'm encountering and seeking out new experiences, tastes, sights, etc.
And last night I had my first flat tire.
Definitely not an experience that I sought out, but it happened and all's well that ends well. Boy did it end well...
I was picking up my mom and sister from Tiberius. They were at the grand opening of ARC (Aliyah Return Center) and my mom was coming to help with the kids in the morning so I could leave early to accompany Teneya to her school concert.
Just after Migdal, we heard a bang of sorts and then an obnoxious dragging/grinding sound. I pulled over and went right to work. Hauled out my jack and looked over the directions (in Hebrew, without diagrams) then tried valiantly not to look like I had no idea what I was doing.
Someone stopped to help. A man. An angel. An Arab.
He was kind, quick, and spoke sweetly of the need to put our differences aside and care for others. Life is hard enough. This country is hard enough. We don't need to be hard on each other.
A friend, who we had called when the incident first occurred, showed up and helped finish off the job. It didn't take long for us to be on our way, but this encounter is one that I'm sure will stay with me for some time.
There is so much good in the world, and so many wonderful people.