5:00 a.m. I wake up in my bed in Rishon L'zion, Israel…I hardly slept but it is so hard to get up when you know it is the last time you will wake up in your house for the next 12 months.
5:12 a.m. My father comes to help me with the luggage (I wonder if anyone would notice if I take my best friend in the suitcase?).
6:00 a.m. Two worried parents, one half-asleep brother, and one excited Shlicha are on the way to Ben Gurion airport.
7:00 a.m. The entire Warshavsky family, my 4 best friends and me, having breakfast and coffee at the airport (this is what happens when you listen to your mom and arrive so early - lots of time to waste)
8:00 a.m. I say “bye” to my lovely friends, my precious sister and her beloved husband, my dear brother and, of course, my parents…
…Many, many hours later, another short flight, too much airplane food, and I arrive in Minnesota! Then the story really begins….
I arrived in St. Paul 3 weeks ago, excited and proud to be the Israeli Shlicha (Emissary) to this wonderful Jewish community. During the last 3 weeks, I have met so many interesting people, and I want to thank them all for the warm welcome.
Now, after a short adjustment time, I want to invite you all to ask me any questions you feel you want to know about Israel and have never asked. Feel free to email or call me – I am here for you.
Every day when I wake up, I scan the internet to see what’s new in the world and what’s new in my country – Israel (and there is always something new). This week I was fascinated by an article about an Israeli delegation of volunteers who traveled to Azerbaijan with 70 hearing aids. Their mission was to assist and train local health personnel to treat people suffering from hearing impairment or deafness. The article made me realize again how wonderful the Jewish agenda to provide help to anyone needed, regardless of color, gender, nationality and religion is. I think that a delegation from Israel helping in a Muslim country like Azerbaijan is the best example of the good things that are still happening to us, and which we sometimes don’t notice.
How much bad news do we read in the newspaper before we get to the good things? There are good things…we just need to notice them. I am a great believer in those good things.
I hope that, during my next year in St. Paul, I will be able to share with you some of those great things, which I frequently see in Israel and in the Jewish world.
St. Paul Community Shlicha (Israeli Emissary)