A visit with Mary to the old city of Jerusalem—-brought a sense of deja vu, a lesson in memory loss, and proof that the world works in mysterious ways.
Last week on the day I left, I wrote a post about my first trip to Israel 40 years ago :
You could see I had a wonderful time——if you saw the pictures. Only you can’t see them– because I can’t find them.
If I have almost no memories of the trip– can I trust my memories of the pictures? Or is it possible my trip to Israel never happened?
There was a witness to that first trip, my college roommate Sandi.
Only we lost touch around 25 years ago.
So how’s this for a sign from the universe? She happened to Google my name— on the exact day I wrote that post.
Within hours of landing in Israel, I got this email message:
Just ran across your blog and was delighted to see you are doing well! Your memories are real and I can prove it! The camel ride, first night in Tel Aviv, Dead Sea, etc. Do you remember the day we ordered the sheepskin coats in the old city in Jerusalem and pretended to smoke the water pipe?
And Sandi had the evidence.
Even better than having the photos appear out of cyberspace is having Sandi re-appear in my life.
Here’s my own proof for Sandi, that the sheepskin guy is still there.
I’m hoping she also has pictures of our car trip across the US– since I can’t find those either.