A year and a lifetime ago, my son woke up in the middle of the night vomiting and with a crushing headache. Somehow we never imagined this could happen… But as always, life is full of surprises.

Looking back, it feels like ages. Almost 4 weeks in intensive care, 10 more days in the surgical ward, 6-7 months in rehabilitation. And still a long way to go. Or will it ever end? Last week we had to run again to the hospital. Nothing serious, but this week he’ll be back in the operation room…

God, I’m tired.

The book of Shmot (Exodus) tells of great miracles that you did in the past. Blood, frogs, hail, fire. Death. The opening of the sea, the manna from the sky. But at the same time it gives us a lot of rules on what we can and can’t do, what we should and shouldn’t do. I thought about this and came to the conclusion that sometimes you do miracles, but most of the time we are here on our own, in a world that has its own rules, most of which we don’t understand.

Sorry God, but I don’t care about these rules.

I want a miracle. And the sooner the better.

We are waiting…