Today’s memory is a visual that continues the theme of PTSD. David really believed that he was going to Israel to be a medic during the war. “What war?”, you may ask. That’s a good question. He expects Moshiach to arrive today to lead Israel to victory against her attackers who are/will be flooding her with bombs and rockets. Don’t be alarmed; Hashem protects Israel. David’s love of Israel is so intense that he was willing to go to the front lines before the war even started. When a Jew makes Aliyah, they are allowed three suitcases. David used his precious three suitcases to take first aid supplies to Israel. He took plastic tarps, bandages, gauze, medical tape, forceps, clamps, snap lights, tourniquets, hiking equipment, camping equipment, canteens – everything except weapons, because he is one of the medics. One of the impressive details of his exhaustive forethought was that he took three sets of nesting camping dishes: parve, meaty, and dairy. Even in the wilds or during enemy attack, he could keep kosher – because he was prepared. For someone without PTSD, this is a little weird; but for someone with PTSD, it’s brilliant. In his mind, he had run through thousands of possible war scenarios, and distilled the needed emergency medical and survival equipment to three large dufflebags. You gotta admire his uniqueness, even in the arena of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
You might think that his effort was wasted, but this is not true. “David, my chair is broken. Do you have a screwdriver?” Answer: he has seven. “David, the seat fell off of the toilet.” Answer: he fixed it with industrial strength plastic ties. “David, it’s Purim.” Answer: here are some pretty light-up bracelets. He fixed my stuff, the neighbors’ stuff, my friends’ stuff. He was awesome. Still, I’m glad the war didn’t come. Maybe Moshiach can come without a war?