Two years ago our Nefesh
b’Nefesh charter flight landed with a roar of cheers and tears rolling up
and down the aisle. As we finally came to a rest, there was a mix of both vocal
anticipation and stunned silence. It was time for us new Israelis to return our
feet to the home land.
We were overwhelmed by the joyous
noise that flooded this old terminal at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv. So many people were there to
greet all of us… some of them didn’t even know anyone on the flight they just
wanted to support us. I can’t even remember the walk from the plane to the
reception as the mix of no sleep (on the 10 hour flight) and excitement has
hazed my memory.
I will always consider that moment to be one of the greatest of my life but sometimes a journey can start off great and, not be the right path. This is what we faced during our time in Israel. Our Aliyah adventure came to an abrupt end as Hashem led us back home to our family. I may be disappointed by the outcome but I will never regret the choice we made to try.
It is a day that I hope is being
celebrated throughout the beautiful land of Israel by many of our fellow olim
from that flight. I wish everyone nothing but the best and I pray that your
dreams surround you throughout your lives. I also encourage anyone thinking about
making Aliyah to pursue it with everything you have and every essence of your
being. I guarantee that it is something that you will never regret
regardless of the final outcome.
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