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So, obviously I just had to take this picture.
I love the fact that even in the medical profession people recognize that it's all up to G-d. Neither the doctors nor the pharmacists do the actual healing. A close friend of mine who's a doctor always says that she's no more than a "tool" of G-d.
Nothing is ever guaranteed. I'll never forget listening to my father's aunt reminiscing about her childhood. She was my grandfather's younger sister. I never knew my grandfather. He passed away a couple of years before I was born. They were very close. She told me that she had also had a younger brother.
"We were both very sick. We were put in the same bed. We were given the same medicine. He died, and I lived."
That tragic event haunted her for her entire life. She could not accept the fact that the medicine didn't work on her little brother. She remained a G-d fearing woman for her entire life.
Here in Israel it's always surprising to see people who by their mode of dress don't look religious at all, but they never forget to kiss every mezuzah they pass.
The aliyah saga of Jennifer in MamaLand is full of lovely "only in Israel" stories, too, Weird moments of holiness… I love the fact that she is surprised that Judaica can be found all over and at reasonable prices. Being a Jewish country, the items are for use, rather than display.
In a few hours we'll be celebrating the Holiday of Succot, moving into our sukkot as much as we can. It's a holiday that reminds us that life is a "journey," and we shouldn't get too attached to possessions. It's davka the Holiday of Joy. We're supposed to celebrate ושמחת בחגך והיית אך שמח visamachta bichagecha vihayita ach same'ach, be joyful in your holiday and be very happy.