War Torn Love (35 page)

             
“Yes of course!” He looked at me with suspicious eyes, “so what are you getting at?”

             
“I feel a little in the wrong. I am thinking that it had now become our responsibility to endeavor to help even more of our
people;
you know there is more of them out there. We had the means to do so, how could we possibly be happy with our new lives on the farm together. Abram if
you think I need a bunch of new things to make me happy or to love you, the answer is no there is other ways to be rich. You had already done so much for me, I am so thankful I could not possibly express in words, I am happy, because I had you my handsome husband, and Abiela that we created. With the blessing of our God.” I paused as he sat up and looked at me.”

             
“That being said, I could not possibly be happy if I knew there were those of us in the Jewish community that is suffering all around me. There is a dark force that is looming – I think it is up to you and me to combat it. I see it every time I go to town – refugees walking the streets, in broken down wagons with all their worldly possessions.” I paused again, twisting some of the blanket in my hands.

             
“I was thinking since the house is built, the crops are in, we had a little put away what do you say with some of your upcoming prize money - we could use it in serving our God by serving others that need it. One thing we could do, now that we have practically doubled the size of the crops we planted over last year’s crops. I believe God has blessed us with a profit, - I think we could easily donate a portion of it to help
-
out. I was thinking that we could also let families that had nowhere else to reside, to stay on the farm, at on a least temporarily basis. And if we were to do this, I bet I could encourage others to join in.”

             
I ended with what I was trying to say, because I did not want to over sell it - I hoped he could understand my reasoning and was wondering how he was going to responded. I thought I knew him well enough to know he
too would want to help. There was an awkward silence as neither of us uttered anything before he finally responded.

             
“Hana I have to say - you know you really are
such a charitable person who possesses
a very strong soul- you are one of the most unselfish person I have ever encountered. You are always giving food, or more, or just lending your time, when you see a need, even when no one had asked, you just seem to know someone could use a hand. A trait I certainly have come to love and truly adore about you, you certainly have-helped keep me grounded. I truly think God is now guiding you. So how could I possibly say no? I say we pray, and then sleep on it. Then we shall do just that, whatever you need, we try to obtain it, I want to help in any way I can. I am sure if we put our minds to it. Hana with
God’s
help, we could come up with many ways to help.”

             
There were obvious signs of dark clouds on the horizon. You could see it in everyone’s. It broke my heart seeing this. We had been seeing more Jews showing up in the area all the time; we had to help out each other as a people, especially when there is so much hatred out there directed at a person simply because they’re Jewish. The Jews in Germany and other countries now ruled Nazis were being blamed for the wrongs of the economy.

             
At Sabbath I made sure to let everyone in the family know we our holding a family meeting tomorrow- at our farm! We had to inform the family and get them on board with us, and if so, as a family discuss what direction should we take on this to be the most effective. These poor
people needed our
assistance;
it could as easily had been us in that situation.

             
I took my husband’s advice and we invited all the family, and extended family - aunt’s uncle cousins and their families over to our farm for a potluck. We also invited and involved the two families that had started this all for us, and that were currently living with us - the more we could get involved, the more likelihood we had at actually being able to help-out other families in need. Just seeing how much improved these
two,
families were, and how much better their all doing since first coming to us gave me hope that we could do more for others. They were getting their lives back together seeing that made it all worth it. I always lived by the motto, “it is better to give, than to receive.”

             
It was a lovely day out for having our potluck and I wanted this to be a fun get-together. I had pre-told everyone to plan to cool off in the pond – tha
t
there was dancing and drinking. After everyone had eaten, I had all the adults gathered up - the kids went and played, there was plenty for them to do on a farm.

             
I was nervous, Abram came up on me behind me and rubbed my shoulder - he was playing dirty, then he whispered in my ears, “Come on go up there. Explain your proposal just like you explained it to me, you are a good leader - people respect you! Had faith in yourself and them.”

             
“Ok! Hi everyone could I had all your attention. I thank you all for coming today; it is truly good to see each and everyone here.” That is when I think I shocked my
whole family, including my own husband, when I caught them off guard. “So everyone, Abram and I want to give back, we had been blessed with so much as of late.  We are going to donate a portion of our crops this year to help in feeding some families that would need it more than us. I speak of the Jewish immigrants that have been showing up of late. I would think that our God would not want us to just sit back and do absolutely nothing.”

             
I turned to face Abram for strength - I needed them all to take me seriously and they would not unless Abram was at my side - because in the men’s eye’s, it was not a women’s place, “Honey, first let me say how proud I am of you. You had been working so hard, been able to accomplish so much in your young life, might I say soon to be the next boxing champion of all of Europe! Come on everyone let us hear it for my amazing husband!” Everyone began clapping, and yelling, “That’s our boy, make us all proud! He will not even see him coming! He probably will not make it to the third round!” There may be a lot of truth to that, because no boxer had survived my husband in the ring past the fourth round.

             
“Ok so what I am saying, each of everyone of us standing here - either we go all in and help out our own people, and make sacrifices as our God would command of us, expect of us to do. Alternatively, we selfishly just sit back and do absolutely nothing as our own people continue to suffer at the hands of others. What happens if this continues to spread?” I purposely threw in the word “selfishly,” To grab at their attention, tug at their hearts, and their commitment to God.

             
“These people had lost nearly everything but their faith to God and through no fault of their own, are being bullied. And I would imagine even their faith is being tested imagine they’re losing their self-respect. Imagine losing everything you had ever worked for even your citizenship.” I paused meeting everyone’s eyes, “Now please, be honest with yourselves, what if it was one of you, or even all of us - it easily could had been. We are very fortunate to have what we have - we all may not be rich, maybe far from it in materialistic value. I would say that we’re all are rich in so many ways, would not you all agree? We have so much more than these
people do
. They have the clothes on their backs. If we all sacrifice a little, we could endow them with clothing if they need it – though of course everything within reason. We had some food to offer up when the time comes. However, one more significant thing we should take into consideration is shelter a place for these individuals and families to stay. The summer months aren’t as much as a concern, but winter will come, they would all freeze to death. I was thinking that we could take in a family or two when we move into our home here in just a couple of weeks. Maybe fix a nice spot up in the barn - Momma and Poppa maybe you could take in a second family when we move out - they could use my room? And I am sure that if other family members here were, to do the same thing, it would go
a long
way in helping out at least a few of our people. I know we cannot help everyone that needed assistances, but we should find solace in what we could accomplish.” There was a hushed silence as everyone thought and I continued.

             
“I know I would be able to sleep a bit better, knowing I can help or are helping. Abram has - another bout coming up. He and I talked it over, so we thought perhaps we would set aside as much of the purse money as possible, to help support this idea. So what do you all think? Are you all in, or out? We understand if you’re not able to help out, or if you do help and cannot afford to do as much, any little bit could go a long ways at helping out. But if you can’t… well, no one would hold it against you. Would you please now raise your hand if you’re in?” I nervously looked around the room - unbelievably every one of the adults hands raised up high in the air. There was a calm silence as we all looked around at one another. Many smiles to sparkled and shared around the room, moving in waves. It brought tears to my eyes.

             
Abram left the crowd a moment went over to the barn. He returned a few moments later with a handful of bottles of his whole-made vodka. We passed the bottle around and tossed the shots back to celebrate.

             
Poppa then said merrily, “Attention everyone, I would like to say that what my daughter, and son-in-law are proposing - it makes sense, it truly is a wonderful thing. I think our God would want us to help our brother and sisters. So I say now that we’re all together, I say we all drink, dance sing and celebrate. I just want to thank our host!” Everyone began then clapping. The party went on well into the night, and many foundations began falling under plans between families – the bonds formed then were what we built on. 

             
A couple of days later, after the party, Abram and his father were planning to depart for his next big fight, his biggest so far in his illustrious boxing career. “Sweetie I wanted to wish you the best of luck on the fight. Honey what do you say before you leave, we should go up to the bedroom,” I winked and smiled trying to give him a clue that I was highly aroused, I desired him to take me, “it’s been so long, I am ready! Aren’t you? If you’re worried about hurting me - please don’t, the doctor said it would be fine!”

             
“Hana I want you more than you know! However, unfortunately for the both of us, sadly, your timing is not so good. This is not the time. Coach
s
ay’s
I cannot have any sex before the fight, he said it throws boxers off their game.”

             
“Wow, are you kidding me?” I did not think I would ever hear those words coming from my husband’s lips. “You always want to had sex with me, sometime even when I am asleep, and it really had been so, so long, I know how tough it had been on you, on us! I understand though - I promise you that very night you return you can have your way with me, ravish me anyway you want. I will get Momma to babysit for the whole night, and we will make an evening of it. How’s that sound to you?”

             
“Well Hana, it sounds great, it gives me something to look forward to, doesn’t it?”

             
We tried spending the last of our time together as a couple, because this would be the longest we had ever gone without being near one another, since the very first day we
had met. I felt very sad to even think of it. We had not spent a night apart since we married. The time was passing by swiftly.

             
On the morning of his departure I said, “Honey I suppose you had to get going or you’re going to miss your train- now get with you, and we will be fine!” Abram gave me an amazing kiss with his soft lips – I remember his stubble rather tickled my nose. Oh his hug, he held me so tightly - I melted into his body, but he held me in a loving sort of way. Truthfully, it felt so good; I did not want him to let me go. My emotions were suddenly coming to the surface.  In the end he did let me go, then he held his daughter, he said, “Bye, bye my precious little girl, Daddy will miss you so very much.  I will be back in a couple of days my dear, and when I return, I will blow on your tummy just the way you like it. And Hana I will truly miss you - I will call you when I arrive at the hotel.” Then not to linger, he handed over our daughter to me back to me. Picked up the bag I had packed for him. And turned and began walking down the sidewalk towards his dad’s car - his dad was waiting for him, already in the car.