When B’ezrat HaShem Became Baruch HaShem
by: Schvach Yid
Thank Gd, and I mean it! Thank Gd for the miracle of
The Jewish State at age 19, still in its adolescence, was like an orphan with no one to turn to, its head in a vice, able only to turn within to summon the necessary strength needed to invoke audacity, chutzpah, and as any good New Yorker would say – ‘do what ya gotta do!’.
And they did. Both the political and military leadership knew what needed to be done and how the Jewish Nation needed to conduct itself. Did the
And the Aybischter was there, and
The war ended with a cease fire agreement on
My bar mitzvah had been the previous year, but what did I know? In that bungalow colony I had been surrounded by experts – Holocaust survivors and refugees, many Hungarian. My maternal grandfather had just died of natural causes 2 days after the ceasefire, on June 12th. He barely had time to celebrate – to offer his Hallel. He too had escaped, from
Two days after HaShem’s miracle in 1967 was granted to the Jewish people, he was dead. My maternal grandfather, along with my father and all the other fathers, had worked during the summer weeks and would arrive upstate late Friday afternoons before licht benchen (we weren’t orthodox). But, as I’ve written in an earlier blog, to see the mothers, those female survivors of the Holocaust, light Shabbos candles was the lesson of one’s lifetime, and for one’s life.
That summer, 1967, the glee was palpable among the summering congregation of Holocaust survivors and refugees. There was no lamentation or weeping for a hopeful future as in Psalm 137, but rather an exaltation of thanks, their Hallel, for that second miracle of their lives.