The Biggest Old Age Home in the World
Tzvi FishmanBefore making Aliyah to Israel, Tzvi Fishman was a Hollywood screenwriter....
I got a little bored hanging around the nursing home today, so to break the monotony, I tried a few simple levitation tricks. Nothing fancy – just levitating a Purim hat above my head. I know you aren’t supposed to use Kabbalah to do tricks, but I figured it would entertain the old timers and bring a smile to their faces.
You know what Mom’s old age home reminds me of? You guessed it – the Diaspora. Actually, the word Diaspora is a pseudo sophisticated Greek term to make the exile seem less of a curse. But that’s what life in golus is – a curse. Only there are a lot of people who think that the exile is a wonderful place for Jews. In a way, that’s a form of dementia. They think that the exile is the best place in the world to be Jewish, just like some people in the nursing home think it’s a 5-star hotel.
There are many types of dementia. One of the worst is Alzheimer’s Disease. A person with Alzheimer’s forgets things. Just the way a lot of people in the exile forget that it’s an exile. They forget Jerusalem and that they really belong in Eretz Yisrael. In fact, the Diaspora is one big old age home. But, to be fair, there is a difference. The people in Mom’s nursing home are always saying that they want to go home. You don’t hear the residents of the exile saying that. They’re content being right where they are. They actually think it’s their home! To me, it’s tragic. When I think about my poor brothers locked up in exile, like the tough cases in the nursing home, it brings tears to my eyes.
One other similarity. The people in Mom’s old age home aren’t going anywhere. They’re just living out their lives. They eat, sleep, and enjoy a little entertainment and TV, but they aren’t getting any better. Just like life in the exile. People eat, sleep, watch TV, but they aren’t going anywhere. They’re just hanging around. It’s a little like the exercise bicycle on the ward. The pedals go around, but the bicycle doesn’t take you anywhere.
I’m Tzvi Fishman, INN blogger, in a nursing home in Jerusalem, signing off.