Another great story about the kindness of others and how 20 months out from the aneurysm, it still flows freely.
Over the weekend, I saw a friend and her family at the House of Pancakes in Forest Acres. She told me that she and a group of nine others were headed to Israel this week, and asked if I would like to give her a prayer for her to place in the (aka Prayer Wall.) It nearly brought me to tears. We quickly grabbed a coloring sheet, and I tore off a small section on which I wrote a short prayer of thanks. At 6:19 a.m. Israel time, she sent a picture and let me know it was there.
Over a million notes are placed each year in what has become a custom, not only for tourists, but also for high-profile dignitaries visiting Israel from abroad. The notes are collected twice a year and buried on the nearby Mount of Olives.
This reinforces my belief in the goodness of people, and every time something like this happens, my heart swells.