The Fateful Morning

It was just another ordinary morning on October 7th when I arrived at the synagogue where I serve as the rabbi. Little did I know that my life was about to take an unimaginable turn. Suddenly, the sound of gunshots pierced the air, shattering the peaceful silence. At first, I couldn’t comprehend the reality of what was happening – a terrorist attack seemed inconceivable. Curiosity got the better of me, and I ventured outside to investigate, only to witness chaos unfolding near the police station. People were running and screaming, and it became evident that this was no ordinary situation.

The Moment of Impact

Instinctively, I retreated back towards the safety of the synagogue, but fate had other plans. One of the Hamas terrorists opened fire, and a bullet tore through my chest, leaving me with a gaping wound. Miraculously, I was still alive, but the severity of the injury was undeniable. With blood pouring out and my heart racing, I knew I needed immediate medical attention. In a desperate attempt to save my life, I managed to call for an ambulance, but the situation was rapidly deteriorating, and help seemed elusive.

A Plea for Life

As the minutes ticked by, the reality of my mortality began to sink in. It was then that I turned to the only source of strength I had left – my faith. In a fervent prayer, I pleaded with God to spare my life, vowing to continue serving as a rabbi and helping others if given the chance. It was a moment of raw vulnerability and unwavering hope.

A Miraculous Rescue

Just when all seemed lost, a friend arrived on the scene. Seeing my dire condition, he quickly sprang into action, grabbing the keys to my car and rushing me to the nearest emergency room. It was a race against time, but my friend’s quick thinking and determination saved my life. The medical team at the hospital worked tirelessly to stabilize me, and after a series of surgeries and transfers, I found myself recovering at a hospital in Tel Aviv.

Gratitude and Resilience

As I reflect on that harrowing experience, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the miracle of life, for the selfless actions of my friend, and for the skilled medical professionals who brought me back from the brink. Despite the trauma and the physical scars, I stand tall, ready to embrace the future with renewed vigor and purpose. This experience has only strengthened my resolve to serve my community, spread kindness, and be a beacon of hope in the face of adversity.