By Rabbi Mendel Schwartz – Director of the Chai Center in Los Angeles
When I was 17 years old, my parents sent me to Brunoy, France for my 1st year of Yeshiva. I left home in September 1993. Since my folks weren’t able to afford an airline ticket and bring me back home for Pesach, they made a ticket on TWA Airlines all the way to Israel, with a stopover in France for 6 months.
When Pesach arrived in March of 1994, I flew to my cousins in Israel in Kiryat Malachi. This was a period in Israel when the tension and conflict between Jews and Arabs were very high. People were staying home and avoiding outdoor and dangerous areas as much as possible. 30 days prior was the “Chevron Purim Massacre.”
My father (Rabbi Shlomo Schwartz “Schwartzie” OBM) called me from Los Angeles to see if I arrived safe and sound, to which I replied yes. He asked me, “Did you go to the Kotel yet?” I said, “Things are pretty murky right now and nobody is going anywhere.” He said, “If you’re on the way to do a mitzvah, then nothing can happen to you. I want you first to travel to Hebron and pray at the cave of the matriarchs and patriarchs. We are Jewish, and you can’t be afraid of them.”
My cousins in sleepy town Kiryat Malachi urged me not to go. Of course, I obeyed my father and took an Egged bus the next day to the main bus station in Jerusalem, and from there I would take a bus to Hebron. When I arrived at the bus station in Jerusalem, I waited by the platform where the destination read “Hebron”. Sure enough, a few minutes later, a bulletproof bus rolls in and I board the bus with maybe 4 other people. One stop before Hebron is a small town called Kiryat Arba where I notice the 4 other passengers exiting the bus. Now it’s just me and the driver sitting on this bulletproof bus. As we pull out of Kiryat Arba and head to Chevron, I notice an Israeli army jeep with four soldiers pull up in front of the bus, and then another army jeep with four soldiers pull up in the rear of the bus as our escort. Each jeep had an M60 anchored to the back. At this point, I was truly petrified.
Five minutes later we arrive in Hebron and the driver yells “last stop”. I exit the bus, and I am now standing alone on a dirt road as the bus and the two jeeps leave. This is my first time in Israel, first time in Hebron, and I don’t even know where the cave of the matriarchs and patriarchs is located. I hear Arab music on the loudspeakers. I am not sure where to walk. All I can think of is, why would my father do this to me? I noticed a huge Turkish looking palace, the stones looking a bit similar to the western wall, and figured this must be it.
As I am walking the 200 meters to get to the entrance, I am feeling tingles in my back ready for a knife attack. Thank G-d this didn’t happen. I am now ascending the stairs to enter the cave of the matriarchs and patriarchs (In 1994 there were no security booths to enter), and to my relief, I noticed five paratroopers of the IDF standing guard. I of course had no idea where to walk once I entered, nor had I any idea where Adam & Eve were buried, or Avraham and Sarah were buried, or Yitzchok and Rivkah, and Yaakov and Leah.
Luckily, these soldiers were happy to have a visitor as there were no tourists for 30 days, and they showed me around.
It didn’t escape me how ironic it was to have secular soldiers without a Yarmulka, with little religious upbringing, giving a tour to a yeshiva student. Of course, I learned all about the founding fathers and mothers of Judaism, I studied the map and the division of the map of Israel during Joshua’s time, Dovid Hamelech’s time, and again during the aliyah with Daniel, Ezra, and Nechemia. I knew these subjects well. But I never walked on its soil. I never prayed at their burial plots. I had no idea which room belonged to Abraham and which to Isaac and which to Jacob had it not been for these paratroopers as my tour guides.
Last week, my oldest son Ari Schwartz also became a paratrooper. He trekked for days with his platoon of 35 soldiers. The training over the past 12 months was grueling and difficult. Many different treks of 35, 40, and 50 Kilometer jogs. The last jog with his entire battalion of 100 soldiers lasted 12 hours, carrying soldiers on stretchers, with his ankles duct-taped.
This culminated with a ceremony with all soldiers receiving their red beret. This ceremony is called a Masa Kumta and has many songs and traditions reserved exclusively for this ceremony once a year. He even received the highest honor possible at this ceremony of being gifted from the lead commanding officer his very own red beret that he wore over the past many years. In turn, my son will do the same if he chooses to become a commander and give this red beret to one deserving soldier.
My son was just notified that he will be deployed to Hebron with his platoon.
How Hashem works in beautiful ways. Now it is my son’s turn to stand guard at the cave of the matriarchs and patriarchs to help the next group of visitors feel safe, and of course act as security for the entire Jewish community in Hebron of 600 Jews amongst 90,000 Arabs. May G-d protect him.
My second son Mayshe Schwartz who is 17 years old is a real yeshiva boy. I’ll see him at the house on a Sunday night davening Maariv with his black hat and jacket. He’s the real deal. Last week he asked my wife and I that he would like to move into the dormitory of the Yeshiva. I told him we live a few blocks away from the yeshiva and I don’t see the point of him sleeping in the dorm. He responded that he’s missing a lot of the Chassidic gatherings at night and after class programs, and he feels it would be nicer for his yeshiva experience to be in the dorm.
How pleasant is the ways of G-d that in one week I have one son excelling with an untamed drive to succeed in the IDF; and the same week I have another son that’s not satiated with his day at the yeshiva ending at 8:45 PM, he wants to be even more entrenched in the Yeshiva walls and its atmosphere.
These two brothers are such beautiful friends to one another and so happy for the other’s success.
True unity and harmony are not when I finally get you to agree with me. Harmony is not getting you to compromise your belief or values and see things the way I do. That’s simply crushing anyone or thing or ideal that doesn’t fit in your box. This is the opposite of unity.
Harmony is when people have different paths, even excel in different paths, reach the very top of their roadmap, and yet are still happy for the other person and their life choices. When individuals with a different set of values, and possibly opposing values, come together, by recognizing a rainbow needs different colors the same way the Jewish ppl needed 12 tribes with 12 different priests, this is true harmony.
Nothing makes a child happier than their parents getting along and being happy. And nothing makes a parent happier than their children getting along and being happy.
May we all give our father in heaven happiness by living in true harmony with one another.
This is so impressive. Recognizing that everyone has their own path in life is so important, especially since we all benefit from both these roles being filled. Thank you for sharing.
And guys please be careful of your words. I see Biden supporters getting shamed cause their opinion differ?! I hear people saying that they cant trust the yiras shamayim of a Democrat?! I feel their pain. People can go to Trump rallies and not publicly announce they are Chabad or step foot in 77?! FOR WHAT??? Oy Rebbe we need you I recently saw a post that Biden/Kamal is the satan and Trump is Moshiach!!!! People our values. I am begging you! Even more than your vote will matter, the hurtful words that you so carelessly drop will matter even… Read more »
Tzaddik, thank you for your concern, but this article does not relate to the US elections in any way. Some of us are distressed with the news in the States, and coming to other articles that cover different subjects provide some much-needed relief from the Elections. So, there are other articles about the elections; if you have such a grave concern, please let it be known on those articles, rather than these. Thank you, and G-d bless you.
Beautifully written and beautiful message. May HaShem protect all our soldiers
Thanks for sharing and much nachas
Spending time in your home over the two years I was on shlichus in Yeshivas Ohr Elchonon, it is evident were your children get their passion and devotion from!
Same here!
Mendel, thank you for sharing. You have a beautiful family. May you and your wife have tremendous nachas from all of them. Giving space to a child is such an important aspect of life. We can’t let our fantasy of who we want our children to be dictate our behavior towards them, that can push today’s children away C”V. Create an environment, show love and give them their space and BE”H they’ll come around.
Your OT Chavrusa.
Beautifully written. I have the same story with one son finishing Hesder, while my paratrooper commander son goes to Hebron. Maybe our kids are together. May they only experience peace. @adzoller
Even down here in Australia, I am getting so much nachas from reading about what has become of you and your mishpocha. I’m sure you remember being part of the LA boys choir with MBD that I used to make each year in the early 80’s when we lived in L.A. You were a close friend of our Moishe and Yossi and you therefore used to come from Westwood to our house for so many Shabbosim. You should continue having more and more chassidisher nachas from your own mishpocha. Mottel
What a wonderful tribute to your family and your values and upbringing and although I never had the privilege to meet your father after reading his book I am certain that your father Schwartzie” is shlepping nachat from his 2 grandsons and you Mendel and all your beautiful family,.You all are the embodiment of the teachings of the Rebbe and may you receive Hashem’s bonty in revealed ways and we greet the Moshiah and all our departed loved ones! May Hashem protect the IDF and your son and all the worshippers in Hebron who he and his troop will help… Read more »
In the early ’80s, I visited the somewhat newly resettled Hadassah hospital, where families lived, for Simchas Torah. I was travelling on an Egged bus myself, and was told where to get off. I, too would have been last off, so I opted to exit with another young lady in Kiryat Arba who wanted to visit the Nachsons. We walked to Chevron later, escorted by 2 soldiers, to the glares of the Arabs. In the early 2000s I decided to visit Chevron, and because our bus–coming from Tsfat to pick us up in Yerushalayim, sowe could visit the Rebetzin Menucha… Read more »
Addendum: Afterward, my friend who lives in Hebron told me the Army thereafter decided to put a watchtower there. They had asked for it for a long time, but only when they saw that Jews from other places wanted to visit that area, did the Army take action. So, please,do us all a favor. ERETZ YISRAEL IS THE SAFEST PLACE. The Rebbe reminded us of this many times. Please, if you would, move to Eretz Yisrael, and at least visit Chevron!! This is the cradle of our Jewish history.
To learn more, look up Beit Hadassah.
This made me cry, and was exactly what I needed to hear this morning. Your children are lucky to have parents with your values!
“Harmony is when people have different paths, yet are still happy for the other person and their life choices.” THIS! Wow.
May you continue to have much nachas from your boys always!!
So so beautiful
Thank you for this beautiful story of brothers who seem different but are the same. The rebbe taught us to realize that each neshomah has it’s own merit. Your sons are a beautiful example of each Yid living with his own strenghts while striving to rise higher. As a parents we need to realize that the greatest gift we can give our children is freedom to be an erliche mench in his own way.
Super powerfull.
I was learning in Eretz Yisroel that year. I remember thinking, how lucky is Mendel, his parents are so cool that they let him come to EY when I had to go back to the US.
Your sons are so fortunate to have an open-minded father who respects and applauds their choices!!
What a powerful article! Just from your words I have gained so much, parenting today is anything but easy. You are examples to us all of the importance to accept and acknowledge our children for who they are and respect their unique relationship with Hashem!
You have such wonderful children. I am happy I was able to watch them grow up when I lived in LA. I am so delighted knowing how much nachas you are getting from them. Isser Goldstein