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This day began well. I took the bus, still aided by my cane but before I could get into a seat, the driver stepped on the brake and I lost my balance and fell backwards. Thankfully, I did not land on the floor; a male passenger grabbed the front of my coat to prevent my fall and I managed to grab hold of a pole. My leg, however, still mending from a break not too many months ago, took a beating and even now, at night, it still hurts.
Once I got to work, the day went well, with the usual pressures. In the evening, I had an appointment to work with one of the doctors from Hadassah on some of his lectures. Before we began working, we ate dinner, during which one of my teeth broke.
This friend is someone I’ve known and been friends with since 1997. Today, he has a beautiful house in a suburb of Jerusalem and his wife and son are abroad until the summer. The man was so sad. When I asked him why this was so, we talked and he said the only thing that matters in this world is money. He has friends who are multi billionaires and when I asked him about them, he said that it was them who taught him that – that he’s been fooled all his life into thinking differently. I suggested he find other friends and be less sad and feel better about himself.
My friend doesn’t sit in his living room or invite anyone to his house because it is an icebox. He can’t afford to heat the 450 sq. m., since he’s supporting 2 homes; one here and the other abroad. He showers in hot water and then wraps himself in what he described as a plush terry or velour (I don’t know) robe and then gets into his bed where he said he has an electric underblanket (sheet) to keep him warm.
When we finished working, I returned to my humble home. I felt very fortunate that I felt warm and even though there is clutter, for lack of enough closets, furniture as well as other reasons such as time constraints, my house looks and feels like a HOME. I have homemade cookies in a jar and cook for myself when I want and/or need. For these things I thank G-d (don’t worry, I still ask for those OTHER things).
I awoke this morning stiff and achy without any desire to get out of bed or leave my house.
After walking out of my building, I remembered that I left my cellphone in the charger and went back to get it. I walked back into the house to take it and had to take a later bus than I usually take to get to work. This other bus goes through section aleph in my neighborhood in Jerusalem. I usually try to avoid buses with routes through this neighborhood because for me it’s a total waste of time and a lot more people board, mostly of a lower socio-economic level.
This morning the bus was relatively empty and except for the heat, the atmosphere was very calm. At one stop, some people got on; one was a very white and wrinkled but nevertheless robust man of at least seventy years of age in my opinion, who came to sit next to me. Instead of standing for just another brief moment, which would have enabled to me put the bag that rested on the seat next to me on my lap, he began to sit on my bag. I carry a purse for essentials and another bag for incidentals…the life of a carless person who cannot store things in the trunk. I called out to him to wait and hold on there for a second. The man turned to me in aggression with a closed fist; he pushed his forearm into me and was about to deliver a punch. I grabbed his right wrist and sunk my nails and fingers deep into his pulse points. I told the man that I would call for the police and called out to the driver to restore order, as this man was violent! He cried out that I was hurting him. He constantly shouted in Russian, of which I understood absolutely nothing. He came to me again and showed me that his skin was broken and bright red blood appeared on his arm. What they didn’t do when he was eight days old, I did this morning. My fingers, too, had blood on them. I felt like Zippora, the wife of Moses, who picked up the sharp stone and circumcized her sons. I shouted at him “That will teach you to NEVER, EVER, EVER HIT A WOMAN!!!!” A man on the bus began to tell me to be quiet but when he saw the blood and after I called out to never attack women, ALL the men on the bus became VERY QUIET! I said to the old Russian and to anyone within earshot that this should teach all of them a lesson! The old man, who sat next to a young religious, married woman, was affixed with a bandaid – just a small souvenir from the lesson.
A mature woman sat next to me and I turned to her and asked “What makes these men think that hitting a woman is a safe bet?” She chuckled and smiled at me and said “No, it really isn’t!”
This morning unfolded in a way I would never have imagined but I feel as though I actually did something for women in this country! I’m not deluding myself that I changed the world or am some kind of heroine but those people, ALL OF THEM – men and women included, will regard abuse towards women differently — including the driver of the bus!
The lessons that can be learned from this are as follows:
- Never raise a hand to anyone.
- Just because a person is polite, cultured and carries no weapon does not mean that person cannot harm you.
- Real nails are much better and more useful than acrylic tips!
I went to Ne’eman in the Jerusalem Mall to buy some pastries known as bourekas. Another customer and I were at one register while all the employees were standing around, laughing at the other register. I called out and said “Excuse me but we would like to pay.”
A very young girl came over and with her face screwed up to show her annoyance said “You could have paid over there!” I told her that when the place is open for business, the employees have to give service if customers are in the store; that they can joke as much as they want but not have people just standing and waiting for them to be good and ready to do their jobs.
She shoved my change into my hand with a look of disdain to which I responded by demanding to speak with the manager. This guy saw it coming and IMMEDIATELY came over and introduced himself. I told him what happened and added that I really don’t care who her father, uncle or brother is (this comment hinting she might be related to management, which is all too common). I told him that her attitude stinks and that she should not serve customers in that way, unless he wants us all to go elsewhere.
Since that day, I have not seen her, which doesn’t mean she’s not there anymore. Granted, these people are paid the lowest salaries but hey, I also got minimum wage at her age and for that kind of work! I got paid minimum wage as a research assistant at a university hospital and I was grateful to have income!
I don’t know what kind of weirdos are raising this crop of people with no work ethic. Even if they do not want to do this work for the rest of their lives, they should give their all while they are doing it. Most people want to be the boss but to do that, they have to learn somewhere and with attitudes like that girl’s they will get NOWHERE.
Seriously, I speak as a parent of an adult child of whom I am proud.
The question arose as to why so-called professionals can get away with being unprofessional? My response was as follows.
I think older adults have brought this on themselves. Before you attack, read my theory.
I think that when older adults deny they’re getting older and continue to try to dress and behave like the youngers, they lose their dignity and status and no longer set an example for younger people; whether in personal or professional life. On the one hand, they might be able to “connect” with them to some degree; on the other hand the younger sees nothing that commands respect and rejects the older.
When we were younger and just began to learn about the world; in both the personal and business realms, there were older professionals from whom to learn. We would not have gone to a bar after work to “hang out” with them but when we were faced with tasks and projects we were able to get advice and direction from people who had been there and done that long before us.
By denying getting older and not wanting too much responsibility, more mature people have also put a lot of power in the hands of younger people regarding computers. Computers became a household item and people would call or wait for the neighbor’s kid or their own children and/or grandchildren. Computers have also done away with higher level literacy. Too many Blogs and websites are out there with poor grammar, bad spelling, icons and chat abbreviations. Too many parents working “out there” and not giving enough time to raising and parenting their own children.
Every maturing generation pooh poohs the younger people.
Hahahahaha! I just changed the template on my blog and have singlehandedly disabled the links that connect you to the rest of my website!
Oy, oy…now there’s more for my Webmaster to do. I hope he won’t mind!
I feel as though, what’s the point? Why always owe so much to so many? Is this what’s left? G-d forbid, I sure hope there’s more than debts! Holidays are hard being alone. I especially miss my son and his family at these times moreso than on regular days. I’m invited to a family for Pesach that I’ve never met. The man who invited me seems to strongly fear or dislike dogs, yet my dog is also invited (to stay in the playroom). I think I better make certain that it’s alright with his wife, as well and that there REALLY is no problem with bringing Pnina. If it’s a big problem, I might make my own Pesach Seder and stay home. Sad.