When I saw this headline at Don Surber’s site my first thought was: “Wow!”
Doctors RE-ATTACH ‘decapitated’ boy’s head after 12-year-old struck in horror accident.”
When I read the story and saw this part
Suleiman’s surgery was a success and he was sent home with a neck brace and is being monitored by doctors.
Dr Einav said it is impressive that he is “functionally normally” already and does not appear to have any lasting nerve damage.
The boy’s dad stayed with his son in the hospital and told medics: “I will thank you all my life for saving my dear only son. Bless you all.
“Thanks to you he regained his life even when the odds were low and the danger was obvious.”
my second thought was: “Double Wow!”.
But then I remembered that the boy was a Palestinian and he was treated by Jewish Doctors in Israel and then remembered this story from twenty years ago:
Downstairs, before we left, the head of the hospital, an Israeli named Audrey, was showing me the children’s waiting room. I couldn’t help but notice, all around, an Arab woman with her son, an Arab family over there checking in, Arab children playing with the toys while waiting. The doctor saw the look on my face and laughed. “Oh, yes, we treat everyone.” I guess I was astonished. She just shrugged. “We’re Jews. This is how we live. It’s also for the future. They’re not going anywhere, and we’re not going anywhere. There will eventually be peace. There has to be.” When? A month? A year? A hundred years? More? She didn’t know. I had to say it. You’re incredible. You take everyone, you treat everyone, no one goes first, no one goes last, you just go in order of who needs help. That’s, like, Mother Teresa stuff. “We’re not saints, we’re just doing our jobs. It’s not easy, I admit. And it gets hard when they cheer when the bodies are brought in.” I looked at her. What did you say? She sighed. “Yes, it gets hard when they cheer.” This was one of the times during my trip when I held up my hands and said, “Stop. Wait.” I turned and walked away to breathe deeply for a minute. I wonder if they’ve restocked that mini-bar. Yeah, probably. It’s a good hotel.
And I recall that there have been no evidence presented to me that this has changed one bit and that’s when my thoughts turned sad.


