Baruch Dayan ha-Emet: On Arriving Safely and Germanwings Flight 9525

I never take it for granted. Arriving at the gate safely after a flight always somehow…amazes me. I don’t get the whole “how it stays in the air” thing, even after my dad explained it to me many times when I was younger. Using a pencil and thick stock drawing paper, the kind that is soft under the weight of the led-tip and depresses ever so slightly as his nimble hand drew the shape of the airplane wing. He would add swooshing lines symbolizing the air moving over and under the wing, so as to give me visual of how it can be that the big, massive metal bird is lifted up and stays up. Until it’s time to land. Safely. Aerodynamics, he would say.

He went through a period with a deep fear of flying too. That was when he took out a life insurance policy with my sister and I as the beneficiaries. Meanwhile he smoked two packs of Dunhills a day and could finish a Johnny Walker before noon. This fear of flying isn’t rational, we all know that.

Driving home on the highway from the airport last night after eight heavenly days in Paris, is of course much more likely to kill me. Statistics speak that truth. Being at home now, or a few blocks from home, is even more dangerous, statistically speaking. It could easily kill us.

Last night on I-95 North behind a wet windshield with streaks from crappy windshield wipers, the news about Germanwings flight 9525 sounded especially jarring. Turning the dial on the old car radio to the New York AM station with news and weather, the announcer’s voice was barely audible behind all the static and airwave interruptions. My boyfriend turned the volume up even higher. I cringed. We only heard pieces of the story: 160 dead; scattered all over the Alps; captain banging on the cockpit door. I think baruch dayan ha-emet, the Hebrew blessing recited in the face of events that cause heartache and pain…

Usually, when I fly, I carry with me a small laminated card with the ancient Hebrew prayer for traveling, tefilat ha-derech. After I’m settled in my seat, as the plane begins to taxi toward the runway, I fish it out of my purse and whisper May it be your will, Lord our God, God of our fathers, to lead us in peace…to bring us to our destination in life…Deliver us from the hands of every enemy and lurking foe, from robbers and wild beasts on the journey, and from all kinds of calamities that may come…grant me grace, kindness and mercy in your eyes…blessed are you Lord who hears prayers. On this trip, I forgot the card at home. It worried me, in passing.

Words fall short in the face of tragedy and loss. May the mourners be comforted.

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Blog-Mania!

Oops, she did it again. Write. Create. Publish. For the dedicated followers, subscribers and random readers of my blog The Viking Jewess, I want to share the exciting news of a second blog of storytelling created for and by converts to Judaism, where I am the editor: That’s Funny You Don’t Look Jewish can be found at this web address: https://thatsfunnyyoudontlookjewish.wordpress.com/

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The purpose of the blog is “to have a safe and creative space for converts to Judaism, regardless of their affiliation or “by whom” they were converted, to share the stories and journeys of our unique Jewish lives and experiences. We always welcome contributors to the blog, and hope to add your voice to our collection.”

Check it out! I always welcome feedback!

So there, off she goes.