How We Treat Our Soldiers
Brian of London
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The following was shared on Facebook in Hebrew and is spreading like wildfire with likes and shares. I’ve translated it with the help of Google.
I want to share with you something to help you understand the country we live in!
After Shabbat on Saturday evening, I was headed back to our basic training camp near the Dead Sea with my fellow soldiers. We stopped to eat at a burger place in Jerusalem. There were around 20 of us. Some time before the food was ready, the staff in the restaurant told us a man, who had slipped out of the restaurant 2 mins earlier, had paid for everything. The total for all food and drink was around ?2,500 ($700) and he had also left enough for each soldier to get a ?100 ($35) gift for the Rosh Hashona holiday.
Now I don’t know who he was but I just want you to know that there is nothing like our country and we really have something worth fighting for with people like this who we didn’t even have a chance to thank, and did this from the goodness of his heart.
Have a good week 🙂
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Frequent Israellycool commenter, Norman B, reminds us:
Maimonides wrote that the highest form of charity is that which is conducted anonymously without any desire of praise or recognition by the donor.
Amen.
UPDATE 4th Sept:
Long time friend of Israellycool and host of the long lamented Podcast, The View from Here, Harry, comments the following of his time in the IDF:
I often experienced wonderful acts of kindness while a soldier. There was a woman from Keshet on the Golan who would bring brownies, without fail, every Friday afternoon, to the soldiers who had to stay for Shabbat.
There was a pizza place in Beersheva whose owner would stop at Tzomet Shoket and drop off pizza’s for those of us manning the permanent roadblock there.
I used to hitchhike home from my base on the Golan and one time I was picked up by someone heading back to Mevessert Tzion but insisted on dropping me off at my apartment in Jerusalem.
There were the “basta” (stall) owners in the shuk, upon hearing my accent and learning that I was a chayal boded, would give me free prepared food (and even invite me to their homes. These acts of kindness, large and small, happen every day in Israel. Shana Tova!
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