?Another
tale from the Aliyah Paveway files. Just a week
out of miluim (reserves) I found myself invited to the wedding of one of
my brothers in arms. I must tell you, after over two months of combat I was
really counting on cutting loose and having a good time. I looked forward to
experiencing traditional Israeli dancing. There was one problem, though. My two left feet had other plans. While my fresh-from-combat comrades were absolutely tearing up the dance floor, I was a dancing disaster. It was more horror than hora. But this was a simcha ¨C a celebration ¨C and if there was one thing we needed, it was to celebrate. So rather than feeling embarrassed, I embraced my awkwardness and danced like nobody was watching. Sure, my timing and coordination were off, but so what. I was in ¡°The Zone¡¯.? And what do you know? People were watching. What¡¯s more, they started following me! Soon enough, they were joining me in my improvised moves, and we all turned the wedding into a hilarious dance party led by the crazy American oleh. And as we danced away into the night, I realized what it means to succeed as an oleh. It means being yourself. Because once you find the right moves for you, there¡¯s no way anyone¡¯s going to stop you.? Welcome
newcomers to the Aliyah Tales universe. If you¡¯d like to be unsubscribed, write
me at sslivko@.... Rabbi Sid Slivko Community Relations Coordinator ?Tel:?+972-052-609-1415 Skype: +1-718-487-9854 Email:?sslivko@... Web: |