While I was in US two months ago a most of my friends wanted to know how are we really doing in the Land of Milk and Honey. By the way, in case you did not know it, milk mentioned in this quotation is almond milk and honey was made from dates.
I was happy to tell to one and all that we are doing really well. These past five years have been very good for us. Yea, can you really believe it? Five years now! And then, some of my friends asked me how can one reconcile my “living in Israel is wonderful” statement with the daily terror threat. I only have one answer to that, we all alive by the grace of G-d. No matter what place we call our home. We decided that fear will not stand in the way of our dreams.
And we try to take reasonable precautions, like carrying pepper spray, hoping we will never need it. I wrote earlier, how a few months ago, when we realized that another wave of terror was escalating I bought pepper spray for myself, DH and two oldest kids. At that time DD #1, told me looking at her pink spray canister “I will never use it.” Well, that never came for her last night.
She was coming home from the nearby town of Afula. And missed her bus. She called me from the bus stop, saying that the crowd there was a very noisy and she felt uncomfortable standing there. The next bus was only going to come in 50 minutes and so she made a decision to go to the central bus station that was about 5 minutes away. Since it was already late in t6he evening I asked her to please call me when she gets there, so I would not worry. This this decision turned out to be critical.
She got to the bus station and called me, letting me know that her phone battery was running low, so she is going to turn off her phone and I should not worry.
She came home a little over an hour later looking very shaken.
Here is what happened.
When she got to the Bus Station she was very happy to discover that a few other girls she knows were also waiting for that bus. They were sitting there when a group of teenage boys started behaving very boisterously. They were noisy and annoying. A few of them started to fight with each other. Then DD noticed an Arab man, who was behaving strange. He was waiting on the bus stop, but when the bus came he did not get on it. He had a cloth bag, and after the bus left, this man left his bag on the bench and walked off. Then started circling around the boys who were fighting. After making a few circles he made a phone call and then went back and took his bag from the bench. The man stepped behind the column and came out with a knife in his hand. He run up to the boys and stabbed one of them. People started screaming, someone was trying to hold onto to the stabber. When one of the man holding him down asked for pepper spray to get the stabber to stop fighting DD was the only one with pepper spray handy.
But even after being sprayed attacker got away. It was pretty dark and she did not see how it happened. Then her bus came in and she got on it. As more and more people boarded the bus Rivka saw that one of the passengers was acting funny. He kept saying that it was hot and was asking for water to bathe his face. With horror she realized that she was sitting very near the stabber. She alerted other passengers and one more person identified that Arab. Meanwhile the bus started moving. Someone told the driver to stop and tried to explain what was happening. The stabber got very agitated and demanded that the bus should keep moving. The second person who identified the stabber (19 year old Lubavich girl) asked my DD to lend her the pepper spray and sprayed the guy again. By that point another passenger managed to get the driver to stop. And someone called the police. The stabber was taken off the bus without any further problems.
Today we checked out my DD’s pepper spray container, trying to determine if there is anything left there. The powder pink enamel came off in spots (I guess that thing is really corrosive) but it still feels heavy.
We decided that we are not going to try it…
All I can say is that we are all very grateful to G-d.
And pink pepper spray.
P.S. DD #1 seems to be OK today. Definitely well enough to claim the new bracelet I am making.