miracles happen

I was going to post/email a piece begging people to send me their phone numbers after I lost mine a couple of days ago. I realised that I'd lost it as I was entering the bus station (taking it out so I wouldn't beep going through the metal detectors) and figured it was gone forever. Since using it last I had been in a bus, a taxi and numerous streets. It was never going to come back. Not in the Middle East.

However, as things turn out, I'm not sending that email (but if i don't have your number, please do send it!) as i now have my phone back.
The taxi driver, Isi, called a friend of mine (out of my phonebook i guess) who contacted me on MSN and i walked out in the (snow-covered!!!) streets of Jerusalem to collect it.

When I thanked Isi I told him I had expected that that the phone would never return. He smiled and said "We've just finished Channuka. Miracles happen"
Thank you Isi - quite a ben adam, a mensch.

I have many other things to write about (people, drinking, concerts, drinking, fighter pilot graduation ceremonies, drinking, snow in Jerusalem...) but this was something that was immediate. more posts coming soon at flyingdoctorblog.blogspot.com :-)