On 9th August 2001, an orderly queue was forming in Sbarro on the corner of King George Street and Jaffa Road in Jerusalem. An American man, standing in line waiting to pay for his lunch, was running late and a young Jew who was in front of him offered his place to the American so he could pay first and head off on his way; a very kind gesture. The American thanked the Jew, paid and left. No sooner had the American left the restaurant than a suicide bomber set off a bomb which blew the restaurant to pieces, killing 15 and wounding 130. The young Jew who had given his place to the American was one of the injured.
The American escorted the poor Jew to hospital and offered to help in any way that he could, only too aware that if it hadn’t been for the Jew’s kindness it would be him laying there injured instead.
The Jew needed urgent medical treatment and the American paid for him to receive the assistance he desperately needed in America. The American felt it was the least he could do.
The American visited the Jew in hospital on 11th September 2001. As he chatted to the young Jew while he lay in his sick bed, word reached the American that a plane had crashed into the Twin Towers… where the American worked. It’s hard to imagine what must have gone through the American’s mind as he realised that if it hadn’t been for the fact he had been at the hospital with the Jew then he would have been at his office at the Twin Towers when the planes hit.
Truly a case of what goes around comes around.
Now, I don’t want any tittering in the audience, but there is also a musical version of this true story which, I thought, relates the tale really rather well. All together now:
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