L’hitraot is an awesome word. It’s how you say goodbye in Israel but it really means “see you soon.”
In just two weeks, BFL arrives in Boston. Thank Gd for that, because it’s making this ride to the airport sting a bit less.
“Achi” literally means my brother, and is a slang term tossed around here all the time perhaps akin to “buddy.” But every guy I met from Boston and from BFL is someone I now literally consider an Achi, and I mean it sincerely.
We got our butts kicked together, we laughed a lot, cried a little, opened-up in deeply personal ways and each have left with entirely new perspectives on ourselves as men and on one another.
I land in Boston at 5:30am and it’s going to be difficult to not complain. It’s going to be difficult to remember what Adi and Ezra and Ohad and Roy went through. It’s going to be tough to remember that the emptiness and pain I feel from leaving some of my closest friends behind in Israel isn’t significant. I can talk to them on What’sapp but Adi will never see Zvika again. I might only sleep 5hrs on the redeye, but Roy hasn’t even slept that much in 14 years.
These men from Boston and especially from Israel have changed me. I turn 29 at midnight and I can think of no better way to bring in a new year than this cleanse. This week has been Yom Kippur, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day and Yom Ha’atmaut all wrapped in one. That roller coaster of emotions probably isn’t healthy, but it was awesome!
I thank BFL, Jon, Neil, Oshri, Ohad, Chaim and my 13 other brothers from Boston and dozens from Israel for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that has changed me forever.
We are a free people in our land! And it’s because of the heroes who hosted us this week. But they aren’t free men in their own minds and lives. They continue to suffer so much for our shared Zionist dream and together as a people we will help one another. We will look to our left and to our right and we will leave no one behind. Am Yisrael Chai!!!!!!!