…well, yeah, I’d love some technical writing projects but that isn’t what I meant here. What I’m looking for, is a job for a special young man who came to Israel to serve in our army. I met his mother via the blog and when she told her soldier son that she’d contacted me, he warned her about being in contact with people you read about on the Internet! Then he read this blog and told her I was okay (thanks, J!).
So, J. came to Israel to volunteer for the army – more, to be Israeli. He made aliyah, throwing his future in with ours, leaving his wonderful parents, brother and sister behind. I think they thought he was crazy (and probably still do a bit), but he fell in love with Israel…as I did so long ago and as many others have. So he came and joined the army – the Paratroopers! Not just that – he was singled out for excellence and his dedication in front of his parents, hundreds of other soldiers and probably thousands of parents. I watched him run up and accept the award and was so happy for him and for his parents.
A short time later, in a stupid training accident, J. was hurt. I don’t know the full medical details, but I know that treatment took too long and the torn ligaments weren’t allowed to heal as needed. The army is a great machine, I often say, made up of thousands of little parts. When one part falls wrong, the army sometimes just doesn’t know what to do. The machine chugs along; the piece sacrificed for the greater good.
The problem is that the piece is a person and in this case, a lone soldier without enough support here in Israel to cushion the army’s mistakes. After months of no treatment, wrong treatment, or whatever, J. was discharged from the army. He called me today and as he was talking, my heart filled with dread. He’s calling to say goodbye, I thought. He’s going to tell me he’s going back to America. He told me about visiting his parents in LA. They are wonderful people – I’d probably go back to them too.
He talked; I listened. I was going to tell him that I wished him luck, that I understood, that it would be okay and maybe in the future, he’d come back. And…and then the conversation turned. He explained that he was living in Tel Aviv and as the conversation continued, I realized he wasn’t telling me he was leaving at all!
He was asking if I could help him, if I knew anyone who could offer him a job. I told him what I’d feared and heard the most wonderful of responses, “No way!” and “I’m not giving up!” That is the nature of this young man, this soldier of Israel who, despite his injury, continues to fight to live here.
So, if you have a job to offer a wonderful English-speaking immigrant in the Tel Aviv area – office work, computer work, etc – please contact me and I’ll connect you. He can’t really stand for very long periods on his feet but he is mobile, walks just fine and has a wonderful sense of loyalty and dedication!
If you have something, contact me and I’ll put you in touch!