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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 66
I'm Not Proud, I Owe My Life's Success To My Eli
At our college there was a visiting professor from Tel Aviv. He was there with his family, one of which was his daughter Eli. She was sixteen, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. They kept to themselves, didn't have much to do with us. Both families lived next door in a duplex.
One day, I won't say a fine day, because I got hurt that day. I fell, backwards, and cracked my head open. Eli was the only one around. She went into nurse mode, tender aged girl that she was. She said nothing. She checked me for site, for breathing, checked the back of my head for bleeding. When I was seen by a doctor he asked who had nursed me. Eli, the Israeli girl.
I wasn't mortally wounded, just hurt, in the head. And my heart was working overtime. The story is told that I lost my head over that girl. Well, maybe, I lost my heart for sure.
We were neighbors and the ice between our families was broken. They had their first Thanksgiving, and I learned about the Sabbath. They weren't impressed with me, but they understood that Eli was the nurse that took care of me, and nursing a hurt man does something to the girl.
Such was our situation that a joint decision was necessary. Eli would get married, and stay behind when her family returned to Tel Aviv. That's when Eli stood up and was a woman. I mean, put her head forward and taught my mother about her cooking. She wasn't left behind with housework either. I might have thought myself a man, but she showed us she was a woman.
During that year before we went to college we learned her grandmother was a nurse and taught her. Everyone has to have a war skill. We learned from her, what we never talked about. Real life, the real thing. We went to college, she studied nursing. She became a mother. She taught her children about their people. She drove three hours each way when her children were preparing to become a young man and a young woman, their Bar Mitzvah and Bat Mitzvah. She traveled often to her home, took her children to build ties with their grandparents.
We have gray hair now, Eli is so much more beautiful. We married at 17, time never passed, we are still 17 at heart. A slip and a fall brought me my wife, and encouraged me to have my own agency selling insurance.
One day, I won't say a fine day, because I got hurt that day. I fell, backwards, and cracked my head open. Eli was the only one around. She went into nurse mode, tender aged girl that she was. She said nothing. She checked me for site, for breathing, checked the back of my head for bleeding. When I was seen by a doctor he asked who had nursed me. Eli, the Israeli girl.
I wasn't mortally wounded, just hurt, in the head. And my heart was working overtime. The story is told that I lost my head over that girl. Well, maybe, I lost my heart for sure.
We were neighbors and the ice between our families was broken. They had their first Thanksgiving, and I learned about the Sabbath. They weren't impressed with me, but they understood that Eli was the nurse that took care of me, and nursing a hurt man does something to the girl.
Such was our situation that a joint decision was necessary. Eli would get married, and stay behind when her family returned to Tel Aviv. That's when Eli stood up and was a woman. I mean, put her head forward and taught my mother about her cooking. She wasn't left behind with housework either. I might have thought myself a man, but she showed us she was a woman.
During that year before we went to college we learned her grandmother was a nurse and taught her. Everyone has to have a war skill. We learned from her, what we never talked about. Real life, the real thing. We went to college, she studied nursing. She became a mother. She taught her children about their people. She drove three hours each way when her children were preparing to become a young man and a young woman, their Bar Mitzvah and Bat Mitzvah. She traveled often to her home, took her children to build ties with their grandparents.
We have gray hair now, Eli is so much more beautiful. We married at 17, time never passed, we are still 17 at heart. A slip and a fall brought me my wife, and encouraged me to have my own agency selling insurance.
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