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I'll be very glad if you imagine such a picture: Galil trip.
A lot of lifeful students, sun, sea, good mood, wonderful
bicycle trip along the sea coast, comfy rooms in the hostel.
It is clearly that after such walk they wanted to eat.
 And now imagine another situation but that is not less
interesting one: Friday evening, dining-room full with a
joyous students. Jolly talks in different languages, jokes,
laughter. Waiters past along.
 Somebody makes kidush, somebody is eating for a long time,
somebody joins to someone that is making kidush preliminary
covered his head with napkin (there is nothing to do because
there is no kipa). So they had a jolly and friendful
atmosphere. Somebody is speaking, somebody is eating,
somebody is laughing loudly, somebody is feeling very,
very... bad. Someone is calling for the doctor which
accompany this trip.
 The doctor came immediately (in a 5 - 10 minutes after he
was been called approximately). He portrayed a worried face
and with a sharp look of the great professional in a
medicine field showed to all who were presence that he can
give first and even (if it will be necessary) last aid to
anyone by his first question:
- What do you want? - asked the doctor. The picture has more
reminded the priest's question to the dying or waiter's one
to his client.
- Tea or coffee - rattled the sick person. - I need to drink
something hot.
- Tell the waiter, he will bring.
- Waiter said that they haven't any hot beverage.
- What happened to you? - guessed to ask a doctor.
- It is difficult to explain it... I am feeling the pain in
the respiratory ways and I feel the cold inside... - tried
to explain the sick person on the bad Hebrew intricating
with a body language.
- You feel the cold? - broke him the doctor - drink a hot
soup.
- I was drinking already.
- Do you want I'll bring you another one? - proposed a
doctor.
- No, thanks, it won't help me. The soup is spicy but I need
just a hot beverage.
- Well, if a waiter can't bring it what do you want from
me?! I'm just a doctor.
- Doctor, it seems to me I have a pneumonia.
- What do you have? - asked the great professional in a
medicine field.
- Well, inflammation of lungs - tried to explain sick person
on the wrong English intricating with body language. -
Pneumonia - repeated he.
- What does it mean - lungs - ? - doctor was really
surprised.
- Well, lungs, it's in an English - rattled the sick person
still keeping a hand on a place where approximately are
situated a lungs.
- I understood that it is not on Hebrew already but what
does it mean?
- Don't you know an English, doctor!? - guessed the sick
person suddenly.
- You just look at this idiot! - angered the doctor fairly.
- He is thinking if I was knowing English it would help
him!
- Doctor, I have a throat pain.
- You have a throat pain?! - resuscitated the doctor which
lost any hope to help the sick person. - Could I give you a
tablet from a throat pain? I have a wonderful tablets! They
are so helps from the throat ache! You have such a feeling
after them, such a feeling... well, just as though you was
born... without throat. I promise you that as a
professional! Moreover, furthermore, they are helping not
only from the throat but almost from all: from a head, from
the heart, well, literally from all, well, even, even...
from a living - doctor continued. - Well, do you want I'll
give you a tablet?
- No, thanks, doctor, I don't want.
- But why?
- I want to live.
- Don't worry, all of us will go to the better world earlier
or later - said the doctor an obvious fact calmly. -
Difference is only that somebody earlier and someone later.
So, don't worry, we will join to you sometime or other... -
doctor was philosophizing.
- Doctor! - broke his considerations a desperate crepitation
of the sick person.
- Well, what do you want?
- Good bye, doctor! - doctor was heard a last words of his
"patient".
- Do you see what happens to the people? - sighed a doctor.
- It's a pity but it is waiting for everybody. I promise you
that as a professional.

 After that doctor sighed hardly another time (as though
himself expired right now), covered his head with napkin (as
though he was making kidush) and began: "Barukh ata
adonai..."

Happy  End.







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בבמה מאז 20/4/07 19:29
האתר מכיל תכנים שיתכנו כבלתי הולמים או בלתי חינוכיים לאנשים מסויימים.
אין הנהלת האתר אחראית לכל נזק העלול להגרם כתוצאה מחשיפה לתכנים אלו.
אחריות זו מוטלת על יוצרי התכנים. הגיל המומלץ לגלישה באתר הינו מעל ל-18.
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