A letter to a man who lost his manhood for a "wife" and the only man who had the power to break the heart of the woman I love.

I know this is not related to the subject of my blog, but when she told me what he did, this letter just started writing itself inside me and I couldn't keep it in.  I know it is a little passive aggressive because I could have emailed him directly but it is not so much for him to see, but for me to put my feelings down. If he sees it fine, I don't care.  If he never sees it, I don't care either.


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Do you have any idea how much of an asshole you are?  How much of a coward you are?  Do you have any idea how much she respected you?  Cared about?  Trusted you?  In the short amount of time that I knew you, I could hear it in her voice in the way she talked about you.   You gave me a key to your house, that you shared with her because you wanted me to feel like I could come over whenever I wanted.  I, in turn, started to trust you in the same way she did.  I thought I could trust you to be the one to look after her, take care of her while I was gone.  Little did I know, that you would be the one to break her heart.  You were her brother.  Her best friend.

And what did you do?  You let some woman, younger than her, move in, kick her out so this woman's son could have his own room and you kicked her out sooner than you said.  When you decided to get married, I thought you had set a date in the Spring.  All you talked about was how much you wanted her to be in the wedding, "best man" style.  Turns out, that was a lie.  I can't believe you got married and didn't even tell her.

I hope you know, that I still respect you on a professional level for the work you do, but a man, I have lost all respect for you.  What happened to "bro's before ho's" man?

And since I can no longer kick you in the balls, you better not ever make her cry again because I don't want to think where I'll have to kick you.

Jail, aka Training, and Post-Jail

Sorry for the gap between posts.  October 24th I started my 10 day, 60 hour training course.  After it took 2 hours to get from one end of Jerusalem to the other, it took my friends from Tel-Aviv an hour, I thought things would be better.  Well, they didn't get worse but it sure did feel like we were in jail.  I got the hotel/hostel at 10am Monday and did not go outside until 11:30am Tuesday.   It was a very long, sunless, 10 days to say the least.  And not only because I knew most of the material already, but none the less, the 6 Career Israel MDA participants had a lot of fun together.  I got to know other kids on my program that I didn't know before and the 2 I did, got to know them better.  I also met some new people.

After returning to our apartments on Wednesday, there was a meeting for the Jerusalem volunteers at the station.  Most of my friends took shifts on Thursday and Sunday but I wanted an extra day to recover from training and then I had some family in town on Sunday, so I started Monday.  My first shift was Monday morning 6:45-15:00.  I had 6 calls in 8 hours.  None of them were urgent, and all my patients were over the age of 53.  My second shift, also a morning, was today.  It was rather boring.  We didn't have a driver until 11:00am, which meant we sat in the station for 4 hours waiting.   After we got a driver though, we had 3 calls that took the rest of the day.  Our first call, I thought we were going to have to do CPR on the lady in the ambulance she looked that bad, but thankfully we got here to the hospital.  The other 2 were boring, a transport and an older lady with general body pain.

Over the weekend my cousins Don and Sharon, my dad's first cousin and his wife, with whom I am close with, were in Jerusalem.  On Friday night, I met them at their hotel and went to services with them and then they took me out to dinner.  It was probably the best meal I'll get in 5 months.  On Sunday, we were supposed to meet at Yad Va'Shem, the Holocaust museum, but there was a mix-up and never saw each other.  Thankfully, they saw my email and called me when they go back and I was able to meet them for dinner Sunday night.  I had prepared myself to not see any family at all while I was here so it was a very welcome surprise to hear that they were going to be in Israel.  And also, as it turns out, their daughter, Sam, will be in Israel in December on a Birth Right trip which I am super excited about.

All in all things are going well.  It feels so nice to FINALLY start doing what I came here to do.  It only took 2 months but things are underway and it is awesome.