When I heard that Moshe Nussbaum had a disease that only had an acronym for it, ALS, I was punched in the abdomen.
First because Moshe, Moshik, is a dear relative of my wife.
Second, because suddenly this whole situation became clear - the slowdown, the difficulty, suddenly it got there.
Suddenly everyone who used the obvious signs of the onset of the disease to tease Nussbaum came back to them.
As if it had been intentional before.
You should keep this in mind for other people as well, with other issues.
And besides all this, it's a stomach bomb because I know the disease is not bad, and I saw how it can progress, bastard.
My connection to the disease began when Dov Lautman, the rights-loving industrialist, Delta, contracted it.
What a fighter the man, did not let the ever-expanding muscle laxity in his body stop his doing, but rather took action in favor of investigating this orphaned disease, about which almost nothing was known.
He headed Israelis, an organization that promotes disease research and provides patients with information and guidance.
The thing is, he took my talented little sister, Efrat, to be his right hand man, and after he passed away she was left to run with a high hand.
If you know Efrat Carmi, it is probably someone around you who suffers from the disease, and you have probably turned to the right address.
After Lautman, I met the disease up close with my friend Felix Shlomovich, the legendary climber who fell ill in it and also died from it.
I met him on the morning show when he returned from the occupation of Al-Capitan Cliff in Yosemite Park, and we became friends.
He climbed the cliff when he was already half paralyzed, with a lot of help from friends.
He was a hero, struggling to live as much as possible while the disease progressed in his body but left his consciousness clear.
He proudly recounted intimate conquests even when he was completely paralyzed, loyal to Don Juan who always was.
I asked him how, he said in his Hungarian accent - "It's not a muscle".
He was funny, he was fading, and died a cruel death he hoped not to reach.
Was worth every moment with him.
I learned adherence to life.
Unfortunately every public interest needs a presenter today.
Without it, it does not work.
So here the ALS got Moshe Nussbaum, and I hope it will give a boost to research and we will be the generation that wins this disease.
Let there be a column for the healing of Moshe ben Sara.
Artist.
Stones
Congratulations to Prof. Yuval Steinitz, who announced that he was leaving politics.
Stamp in time, before the dirt turns into a mudslide.
This departure is a loud statement, which will be swallowed up in the flow, but this man, who succeeded in his senior positions and managed not to enter the cult of idolaters, tells anyone who wants to listen - people like me no longer have a place in Israeli politics, it has become an arena of men There is no room in it.
I'm sad about us, I'm happy about him.
Steinitz is a decent man, and gave a work that will be remembered for generations.
Were it not for his subsequent gas war against all those who wanted to leave our natural treasure in the depths of the earth in the depths of the sea, we would now be in a completely different reality.
Are you ashamed of the cost of living?
If we did not have gas, everything would be double and triple.
Steinitz went against the current, against the superficial media, against the Greens in their own eyes, and managed to prepare us for this energy crisis in the best possible condition.
No need to unite, we have to sell.
We will also thank him for suspecting the Syrians that they are stealing an atomic bomb, and convincing when everyone was skeptical.
Imagine Assad with a nucleus.
mummy.
Steinitz was also perhaps the first to cross the lines from "Peace Now" to the right.
A guide for many and for me as well.
I will feel the lack of the man in the next government, because I have learned that in every field he receives, he gives craft.
Although I have not yet read his doctoral dissertation, "Advocacy for Rationalist Ontology by Examining the Essence and Validity of Metaphysical Arguments for Proving the Existence of God," because I have not yet understood the title of the study, but it was good to know that a public figure comes .
Such people I want in politics, not people whose skills are concentrated in a degree in the theory of quarrel and slander.
And if you ask, as members of the Likud Center, who will fill his place, I will tell you.
Dr. Eddie Cohen, the most influential Mizrahi in the Arab world, a man interviewed by all Arab media and known by rulers and kings. The man knows what the Arabs really say, and knows how to respond to them in a way they understand. From my many interviews with him and following him on the networks, I know he is the No. 1 fighter today for Israel in the Arab arena. So far. If you choose him en masse, he may be the Minister of Regional Development, and believe me He will be received with royal respect by the neighbors. He is known. These days, Dr. Cohen announced his run in the primaries.
If I were a Likud member, I would put him in first, or wait to see what Bibi thinks.
Helmet
I got on the bike on my way to my book, Light.
I said in my heart - man two blocks away from me, maybe I will skip the ceremony of wearing my complete helmet, Bincha is close and always when I come back from him the helmet is full of tiny hairs that takes me about three whole minutes to get rid of and it crushes my hairstyle.
A voice inside me said - do not round corners, do not shorten procedures.
I grunted and bandaged and tightened and went out.
I drove a hundred meters, and in the square, probably some vehicle emitted excess oil, and instead of going around - I was smeared.
And one smear.
During the hard fall, when I feel my knee tugging on the boiling asphalt, I still think briefly - I needed long pants, not a helmet, and then I grabbed the bomb in the head and jaw, a decibel-rich bomb on the inside of the helmet, but more ears ringing I thanked the sound The inner one he demanded to wear, and to the same voice that a few months earlier had instructed me to part with the minimalist bicycle helmet and buy a motorcycle-like helmet, in a light version of the bicycle.
So now I'm writing this column with one hand, the other hanging in pain, but hey - I'm not in a hospital with a complex head injury plus a face that needs to be reassembled.
Not that I really need my face right now, when I'm on a long break from a TV show, but maybe in the future someone will want to watch me, besides my wife.
I see people riding without a helmet every day.
Myopic like them.
I see people riding scooters with a helmet hanging on them and not connecting the round object attached to them to the handlebars and their head.
Hard to understand.
I see parents putting on toddlers without a helmet and not knowing that in one second, in a slight fall, they can join a growing group of parents with guilt from here to the sun and back.
I see parents assembling children with a helmet, but they themselves without.
Well, what's the message?
"My dear children, are you already ripe to dine me with brain damage?".
Our head is our treasure chest.
All our assets are in it.
When it snatches a blow from the road, it may open, and whatever is kept in it will be scattered.
For me it was a theoretical knowledge to this day, from today it is a proven certainty.
Put on a helmet, even if you go out for a second.
Once worlds are turned upside down, you only need a small oil slick.
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