Isn't it funny how when you are just about to give up on all human kind, something comes along and changes your mind?
Everything is in the shitter. But I am not going to talk about that now. I will talk about that another post. I am going to talk about what just happened. Because it just restored my faith in… well, everything, I believe.
Like I said everything is in the shitter. So I was in my room thinking about… well, everything. And in comes Shimon- a 23 year old guy selling newspaper subscriptions. He comes in and sits down. Doesn’t comment on the state of the place. Gives us the biggest smile and starts. All the talk of the newspapers and stuff. But something, something is different.
After we have heard it all, he finds out we don’t have an Israeli bank account yet, and therefore can’t purchase anything. Does he get up and run away? No. He stayed and talked with us for about 2 hours. Knowing full well he wasn’t getting any money from it, or anything. But he stayed.
He told me stories of his life. He is the most positive person I think I have ever met. He told me how money comes and money goes, but life is every day and you can’t only think about the money. He told me to live everyday. He told me how his dad died when he was young, his mum raised him and his 3 siblings alone, how now she has what sounds like MS. How he bought her a $1000 dining table for Passover. How he visits his Gran every day, and is afraid to go overseas should she die.
He told me stories of how he got out of bad situations by using his brain. This story-
A farmer in Scotland had 2 sons in jail for theft. He had to dig his potato field, but his horse had just died. So he asked his first son to try get out on parole to help him. But he couldn’t. Then he asked his second son. This son wrote back saying he would try, but not to dig the field because he had buried all the things he had stolen in the field. The next day, Scotland Yard police came and dug up the whole field. They found nothing- Yet the son had done his job- gotten his fathers field dug.
He told me… I don’t even know what. Just everything about him, the way he lives, and the way he IS. Just… blew me away. I don’t think I ever met anyone like him. Just the fact that he stayed, and he knew he wasn’t getting anything from it but a chat. He said he loved his work because he meets everyone- once he met a poor old woman. It was her birthday but no one came to visit. So he baked her cookies. He took an hour in which he could be making more money to give some happiness to a lonely old woman.
He restored my faith, my hope, my everything. Just like that. Isn’t it amazing how people can change your life, without even realizing it? Isn’t it scary to think, what if we hadn’t opened the door? What if I had gone out and never met him?
Maybe he was an angel. I don’t know. But
Magic happened here tonight.