b'sheretisms

Everything happens for a reason. At least believing in that helps make sense out of life anyhow. And if we need to make sense of how we got to a particular place or time, this helps.

I wasn't even suppose to be in Israel. In fact, the only real reason why I came here was because one of my best friends decided to move her February Toronto wedding to August in Israel. I was only suppose to stay for 3 weeks.

I extended my trip for an extra 10 days--however, since i've had a burning urge to go to India for so long, I decided to buy more time. So, I extended my ticket until November 20th,  got my shots and I was ready to go to India except one thing stood in my way. A visa. A visa that would take up to 2 weeks to 2 months (the details are frustrating) for approval--I couldn't risk getting a ticket without a visa (no Jewish father would approve of this)--so, I took it as a sign and decided not to go. Instead, I thought I'd just go home and surprise my family.

A couple days before I was about to change my flight I learned that Alexis had relapsed and any inclination I had to leave, dissipated immediately. I knew I had to and wanted to be in one place, and that was here. Israel.

To be here with Alexis and Debbie and now, most recently Rick, was b'sheret (meant to be). To not only be able to help ease their transition into Israeli culture--hummus, Hebrew and currency, help them navigate around the city and simply just be here is what was meant to be.

The Wronzberg's are a strong family and although I know the road ahead will inevitably be rocky and what not, I'm happy to be in the car with them. I'm simply happy to be here-- happy to contribute and mostly honored to be around someone as special as Alexis, who, despite all odds is fighting and fighting fiercely with a huge smile on her face.