Destination Destiny

Beautiful Texas, untamed is your nature, a rare treasure to this planet that is how I remember you, that is how you figure in mind. Gentlemen clock says it is about time for Shabbos. With this letter I would like to share an experience from the work I perform for a living. It is a job that has given me so many options to be able to pick a lot of beautiful moments with different people, which is highly valued. I can get to know people in a different manner this way.

The words that follow might cause you some thoughtful moments. But sincerely and as always I wish you all the best. Shalom gentlemen, Shabbat Shalom.

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Viola, the flower, fragile not at all boastful

Beauty in color, slight differences, a new shade depending of the direction Environmental supports highlight your look

Some would say simple, some prefers the glamour of an orchid

Nothing flashy about you, just clear, pure beauty each day

A little smile, girl is the word I use, it is like time and age really doesn’t matter a girl at a certain age – in her eighteens - A lady, smiles, yes fragile girl

I ran my hand on your cheek

Gentle oh so gentle

Holding hands with your husband’s hand in the other

Your hair silky and fine, oh so fine, gray, the crown of wisdom, curly and well-dressed as if you were on your way to a ball

But you were not.

Your husband holding your hand, his eyes were red

We both new

I was not able to wake you up. This afternoon nap was different than usual.

I tried several times, and I asked your husband if it was all right to call the nurse.

It was, and he asked if I would call the daughter of the house – so I did

And I returned to your cheek, yet a little rosy in pattern, oh so pale underneath

Standing there you were sleeping – slowly your breath became more quiet, and noticing your lips were almost without any color as breath slowly faded out

Few minutes passed by, nurse and daughter both arrived almost same time

I had to go, little late afternoon, but still I had to pay a visit in another home

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Been visiting her often during the last year or so

Emotional experience

Grateful I am, as given this privilege as this experience was

According timetable, I was going approximately about 10 min early as scheduled.  Her husband were sleeping outside the house at the time I arrived

A flower of beauty in experience I was given

Yet rough, I care for the people I am going to

Specially this lady, let’s stick to the name viola

At my way home this day, I admit tears were available

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Where is life

Where is life not

Life is a cycle

Life can not die

Life is changeable

This place is not the beginning

Nor is it the end

Our walk on planet earth is temporary

Life is a path with experiences

Learning, learning with the choice

Do I want to please my beloved Almighty Creator?

Or

Do I want to nourish my egoism?

In which direction is my heart’s desire?

Gen 28:12 And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the mal'âk of God ascending and descending on it.

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Viola, modest in all your doings, you did always see to others

A lady without complaint in any directions, always easy to please

You are no longer present

Though you remain in our hearts

Not a thorny Rose

Nor a bragging Orchid

But a modest Viola

With gracious dignity you put up with your name

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What do I consider to be my treasure?

Where do I gather my treasure?

With these words I would like to tell, with these words it is my desire to

Whish you all a Shabbat of joy and Shalom

Allone