One thing I love about this country is how helpful, generous, and genuinely kind people are. On a daily basis I am told welcome to Israel! Come to my house if you need anything. Even if you need to take your son to the ER at 3 a.m. call me. I will take you. Oh, just you and your son for lunch. Would you like some help? Let me help you carry your stroller to the second floor. Your son is sleeping. We don’t want to wake him.
In Texas Atom can fall out of his stroller, have blood gushing out of his nose, all over his face, and all over his and dad's shirt. Not one person will stop to ask if help is needed. They continue their walk. This by the way has not happened. Ask Scott. In Israel your whole street will be at your front door trying to figure out how to turn off your water after the solar heater explodes. You can leave them in your house and run 5 doors down to get your husband who is feeding himself, the dog and child at a restaurant and not have to worry about anything being stolen. This by the way has happened. Our first week in the country.
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