Doda? That's me.

Last night I got to be the family member who picks up my cousin’s sick kid from a camping trip near my house.

Basically, I have Israeli cousins up north, and they sent their daughter on a youth movement camping trip which was located about 15 minutes from my place. She had called them late last night, complaining she didn’t feel well. They called me and asked if I minded picking her up and letting her stay over.

Of course I obliged; if you’re an oleh with Israeli friends/family who have done nothing but taken care of you since you arrived, all you want to do is repay them. Often I’m told to “pay it forward,” which I do, but it is so nice when you can really prove how settled you are by doing favors for the same people who took you in at the beginning.

It was also kinda fun to be the adult family member to sign out the minor. I felt like an authority. Plus they all called me “doda” which made me feel old, but in a cool, hip, young aunt kind of way.






2 responses to “Doda? That's me.”

  1. Jewish Conversion Avatar

    I love idea of ‘paying it forward.’ If more people had the attitude you do then the world would be a much happier and safe place. Stay positive!

  2. Leora Avatar

    Sweet story. How I wish I could “pay back” my Israeli cousins (who also live in the North) who have always treated me so well on all my trips to Israel. I guess just by visiting once again…

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