By Anna Kos
JNFU

I know looking at the title of this post you are probably thinking that I am going to be talking about the Israeli olive skin and flowing dark hair; I could, but there is more to that.

Israelis who are born in Israel are called “sabras” which is the name of a fruit that is prickly on the outside, yet soft on the inside.
This description of an Israeli could not be more accurate.

Once you put aside the loud honking on the roads (which I actually find relaxing), Israelis are the most warm and sensitive people you will ever meet.

Almost everyday I see something that overwhelms my heart and reminds me why I love Israel so much.

The other day, as I was waiting for the train like I usually do – I saw something so beautiful that looked like it was from a movie.
As people were getting off at the station, there was one elderly woman who was struggling to get down. Three men, strangers, turned back to the train and helped her get down to the platform. Nobody told them to do this, and they didn’t even discuss it with themselves. It was just the right thing to do, so they did it.

This is not the first time I saw something like this in Israel, and I am sure it will not be the last.

I remember in 2008, I witnessed a pedestrian get hit by a car close to the beach in Tel Aviv. It took  only 30 seconds for hundreds of  Israelis who were sunbathing to get up and help her.

I think what it really comes down to, is the power of community. Everyone is there for each other. For instance, the number of times people offered me help since I got here is beyond comforting.

Israelis come together in any time of need. You see this even when they protest about issues at Rabin Square. From an outsiders perspective you may think they are angry or frustrated, which could be the case, but I see it as people coming together for support. If they know one person that needs to support, it is enough to rally behind.

We see this also in our local communities in the Diaspora, but there is something about it when it happens here in Israel where you can’t help but feel goosebumps.

The Israeli spirit and soul is just beautiful.

Maybe it is just their olive skin and dark hair…