At 17, Davidi can’t give blood – unless he has a parent’s note. I was a mixture of proud and concerned. He was donating blood in Jerusalem; I’m here in Maale Adumim. I expected him to call, but got distracted and a few minutes ago, as I was talking to Shmulik, Davidi walked in.
“Why are you home?” I asked him, “I didn’t know you were coming home tonight.”
I asked him how it went – it went fine.
I asked him if he drank…”tea and chocolate.” And then, just as he walked out the door to see the work we have been doing in the garden, “and running around.”
He’s got a hole in his arm…and a sticker that says, “I also donated blood and I saved a life.”
Tea, chocolate….and running around…