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Tishrei 6, 5768, 9/18/2007
Yesterday I went with my husband to visit someone in the Ashkelon prison. Well, actually, I went shopping at a nearby strip mall. My husband went into the prison itself. I wasn't allowed to go in and see Jeffrey, the Hillbilly I interviewed once on my radio show, who made aliyah. (He's in prison for bringing his gun he had in the USA, into Israel, without first registering it and getting permission.) For some reason, according to Jeffrey, the Shabak(Israel's Security Service), has barred me from visiting Jeffrey. Only my husband can go in.
Am I such a dangerous person that the Shabak won't let me see Jeffrey? Hmmm. Anyway, the drive to the prison is over an hour away from our home, so I continue to accompany my husband on the trip.
I feel bad about not being able to visit with Jeffrey. However, I have to admit, I always feel so dirty after going to the prison. The police frisk you, and I mean, they really feeeeeeeeeeel you out. Even though they are female cops, it is extremely uncomfortable and icky as they rub their hands all over your body in places you would normally slap a person if they touched you there. So, I got to miss 'that part' yesterday. It was ok with me. More than ok. Yeech! Instead, my husband dropped me off just before the turn off to the prison, and I looked around at some shops. I figured I could visit the Ace Hardware store and see if they had any plastic chairs to purchase for our Sukkah.
A school with a protective covering over it to protect it from Kassam rockets.
I looked at my husband and told him, I AM NOT scared, but you know that we both can die if a kassam missile is shot at us. (When I went to Sderot the last few times, I went with the A-7 crew, not my other half, so I knew my kids would have one parent left if anything were to happen, but this time we were a 'two for one' kassam bargain). He said he knows, but he wants to go and support them.
For us peon Jews, even though Yom Kippur is a gift to us from G-d, and we come away from it feeling relieved, hopeful, and strengthened, the ordeal is just so scary. And it doesn't matter how old I get. At 47, I should know better, and I actually do. But the child-like fear I probably will forever harbor is still eating at me, and scares me more than the Kassams.
This year, I shall overcome my hurdles. I shall fast like I always do. I shall stand in synagogue as my legs are killing me <grin>, I shall face my sins, pray to G-d that He forgive me, and pray that He gives me the tools and the strength to serve Him better in the future. And like usual, I shall come out of Yom Kippur, a better person, having lived and learned, and refined myself. I will be happy that I lasted the whole time, I will feel hopeful and clean spiritually. I will realize that the fast really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I will be happy.