I just returned from six days of meetings in Israel and I could probably fill the next six articles with the details of my trip. Beginning with the flight to our Holy land , till the cab ride back to my home last Friday morning , the trip was momentous and eventful. The only negative was that many of the Torah sages I would customarily meet with to discuss the complicated situations that arise in the Family law part of my practice, were no longer living . There was no meeting this trip with Rav Pinchos SchinbergÂ ztl or Rav elyashivÂ ztl or with Rav mechael Yehuda LefkowitzÂ Â ztl as there was on my last trip. Their absence from my itinerary was sobering.
I was able to meet with Harav hagaonÂ Rav Chaim Kanievsky, harav hagaonÂ Rav nissim Gerlitz and with Maran Hagaon Rav Aryeh leib shtieman whom I had the honor of spending close to halfÂ an hour withÂ receiving clear direction as to how to proceed with one particular case here in New York.
I spent an hour or so with a psychologistÂ in Jerusalem who will be rendering an experts report in a transcontinental custody dispute.Â Â I thenÂ spent two hours with the directors of an Israeli organization, Kemach,Â whose board I am a member of, and six hours in Hebron receiving an update on political, security, and infrastructure developments there.
Then there was something that was not on my planned schedule. whileÂ iÂ was waiting for lunch at the Plaza on shabbos, i chanced upon a Chai lifeline shabbatonÂ whose participants were also waiting for lunch . A young man in a wheelchair wheels himself next to me and we begin a conversation. He tells me he wants to be a chef one day. its a small world and after a few minutes we discover that we are related.
Throw in a tour of Ir Dovid, (the ancient city of king David)Â ,Â an hour with Rav Moshe Herman in RamatÂ Shlomo,Â shabbosÂ at the GreatÂ synagogue withÂ cantors Adler and Motzen , a few visits to the Kosel, a few shwarmas, and it was time to come home.
So where do I begin? Though perhaps not the most spiritual of all my encounters, the following episode, which occurred on the flight to israel, was neverÂ the less instructive.
Equipped with a doctors note (bad hip) I proceeded to check in and asked to be relocated to an aisle seat. Good news. An aisle seat was available. Bad news, it was row 60 seat “D”. For those of you not familiar with the 747, that is the last row of the plane. It is also whereÂ everyone lines up for the lavatory; where at least on El Al all the minyanim take place and where all mothers with screaming infants bring their children so as not to disturb the first 59 rows of passengers.
Because of my painful hip, i stood for approximately half the flight. I inquired from the flight attendant if there was a seat closer to the front where I could sit at least at or around landing time so that I would not be the last one off the plane. That alone could entail an extra 45 minutes of pain.
I was informed that there was one vacant seat in all of coach and that it was an aisle seat. And while I would not be permitted to move there immediately, I could relocate there ten minutes before landing. Im not sure i understand the logic of that but I did not want to seem ungrateful. Ten minutes before landing i grabbed my carry on and moved to seat 22D. As I was about to take my seat the man sitting in the middle seat looked at me and said”what are you doing, you cant sit there.”
I replied that the flight attendant had told me that I could sit there. He saidÂ he didn’t care what the flight attendantÂ said, and that his wife had a bad foot and needed to stretch out over his lap onto that seat. Im not sure I understood the logic of that either but what do i know about medicine.
I returned to the flight attendant and explained my predicament. She informed to me ignore the man and take the seat. I returned to 22D and informed the gentleman that once again the flight attendant saidÂ that I could sit there. I told him that i feel bad for his wife and her bad leg but I had a problem with my hip amd all things being equall and the fact that there was only ten minutes left that perhaps he could oblige me and let me sit.
He was unyielding. “i don’t care what the flight attendant said , you cant sit here”, was the response.
By now even his wife was urging him to acquiesce. I finally turned to him and asked, “if i was your brother , would you let me sit here?”
Recognizing the point of my question, as we were minutes away from landing in the home of our “fathers”, my Jewish brother made room for me.
I left Israel six days later with the real feeling that real peace between the Arabs and the Israelis is as elusive as ever. Frankly< I never felt as if it was within grasp and I am not sure that in our lifetime it will occur. Nor am I convinced that it must occur in order for the State of Israel to survive. But one thing I am sure of.
In order for the State of Israel to survive and prosper the rift between the brothers, must be resolved. The Haredim, the Zionists, the Chilonim, the Dati, all of the various groups, parties, factions, tribes, all of the brothers must learn to come together. And if the present leadersÂ of any of the factions are too shortsighted to see the peril of their ways, than they must be ignored or replaced.
Mutual respect, compromise and a commitment to really understand the value of each brothers contribution to the land of our fathers willÂ ensure that the brothers will indeed inherit the land.