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.  | 
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.