It almost seems inappropriate to be writing about anything other than the brutal murders that took place in Itamar last night. It almost seems insensitive. But when I think about it, I can only conclude that by failing to take note of the miracles of today, we’ll only be conceding defeat to the tragedy of yesterday.
And so, it is both with heavy heart and extreme joy that I relate the miracle we witnessed within our own home, only hours before the massacre took place. Most people don’t know that our son, Azi, did not hear when he was born. He did not pass his hearing test at birth, not at 3 days, not at 1 month. He didn’t pass at 3 months, at 6 months or at a year. Over time, we discovered that the likely culprit of this hearing ‘impairment’ was fluid in the ear, something treatable with routine surgery. And so it was, after over a year of fighting with doctors to perform the surgery, that Azi got tubes in his ears in an attempt to drain the fluid.
Doctors predicted that the results would be immediate. That we would suddenly know he could hear perfectly. And yet, this was not the case. Although we always knew that Azi could hear something, we had no sense after the surgery that he heard differently than he did before. Until Friday. On Friday, two full weeks after the surgery, we witnessed a breakthrough. When our friends came for dinner, Azi was able to call one of them “Kiva” (aka Akiva). It sounds so simple, but for the past 4 months, Azi had been calling him “Bobby,” because that is what he heard. On Friday, he finally heard correctly.
On days like today, it almost seems easier to be without hearing. To be immune to the cries and screams of neighbors, friends and countrymen. And yet, we’ve been blessed with the gift of hearing. While we cannot ignore the cries, we can and must drown them out with laughter, singing and the grating sounds of new constructions in Israel. It won’t be easy, but I can tell you with certainty that time and faith can truly bring miracles.