Normal.
Back to normal.
For almost 2 weeks, the Home Front Command sent warning siren alerts of missile danger.
Then, with a flip of a switch, Jerusalem turned back to “normal” with noisy traffic and honking cars.
People came out of their homes to shop, lounge at outdoor cafes, and go to appointments again.
It was impressive to see that the light rail train to Hadassah Ein Kerem is finally up and running.
Our building’s shelter had served its purpose, but happy not to need it again.
Notice that foot in a cast at the bottom right of the photo? It’s mine.
Thursday night, we went to Hadassah Hospital Ein Kerem to see a specialist for a second opinion.
I had been up to the helicopter landing pad in November 2017 to take photos.
Five years ago, I was honored to take photos in the Emergency Room for a special training of Arab pediatric professionals from Gaza and Iraq, and other locations where showing their faces was not a great idea. However, the young women shared selfies with family and friends back home.
However, this was the first time I came as a patient through the main Davidson entrance in a wheelchair.
Getting to Hadassah by taxi was fine; there was less traffic than usual at night. Plus, seeing the light rail running after all these years was impressive.
But how to get home was the problem?
There is a ramp from the main lobby on the right to the elevators.
My husband asked a stranger to push me down the ramp in the wheelchair.
But the man kept going. Through the lobby, outside, to the footbridge, to the elevators, to the outside parking lot, he kept pushing with his daughter walking along with us.
Bassem from Beit Safafa has a teenage son who is disabled in a wheelchair. His white van with elevator lift was where we were headed.
Imagine my ride home in a wheelchair with my foot elevated, as his daughter wearing a hijab was on her phone, chatting and looking at fashion trends.
When we arrived, Bassem carried me and my chair up the front stairs and into my apartment.
Yes. You never know what will happen next on the Jerusalem streets!
PS. Bassem did not want anything in return for his kindness. After we insisted, he did take a box of chocolates for his children.
Great “Only in Israel” experience!
Thank, amazing right?
How wonderful!
Refuah shelaimah, Sharon
Thanks
Thanks Betty
This is what too many refuse to recognize or appreciate. Thank you. Get well fast.
Fantastic story! Sharon, your luck! Hope you are back on both feet soon!
Thanks
What an amazing story! I always say, if only they could hating and hurting.
Refuah sheleimah
It took me a while to figure out what was happening and how to tell the story.
Wow. Just wow. A truly remarkable story. Wish there were more of those (and there probably are – we just never hear them…) May your foot heal completely and quickly so that you can get to all those rescheduled events!
Thank you!
Sharon, this is a true Jerusalem happening! I would only wish the star of The Real Jerusalem Streets would have a speedy recovery. She needs another leg to stand on!
I love how you offer a historical glimpse, incorporating Arab pediatricians from Gaza and Iraq, at Hadassah Hospital.
Speedy recovery! Your cast has lasted longer than our war with Iran!
My cast has more time to go before I have another leg to stand on.
May the time pass quickly!
WOW!
Wishing you a complete and speedy recovery, Sharon.
Thank you
Absolutely! ONLY IN JERUSALEM! Hoping you recover quickly.
Amazing ride for sure.