On God's Playground


Man In His Fifties Collapses And Dies While Biking

A mountain biker in his fifties collapsed and died while biking in the southern region of Israel. I ‎heard this news broadcast in the background while I was otherwise occupied. My ears perked up ‎as the news report concerned a fellow mountain biker. A few hours later when my husband came ‎home and related this event to me, I already knew of the core story. To my surprise, however, I ‎learned that we actually knew this man. My husband was clearly upset as he relayed the story to ‎me.‎

‎‎‎“He was lucky, he was.”‎‎


My response was unexpected. I like to call the desert God’s Playground. The desert, especially the ‎the areas of Mitzpe Ramon, the Dead Sea and the Eilat Mountains, is an amazing and exciting place ‎to mountain bike between the craters, riverbeds, purple background and caves on a clear winter ‎day.‎

‎‎‎A gift: simply a gift!‎‎

He was a successful man, highly esteemed. His life, however, will be measured not by the ‎generous collection of titles, diplomas and recognitions on his walls, but rather by legacy of love ‎and memories left behind which will live on and on. He was loved by many: his beloved partner, ‎children, colleagues, friends and playmates. A life of abundance, joy, benevolence and love ‎marked his path. Yes, his spirit was surely painfully torn away but he lived a full life, a good one. He ‎was, however, spared suffering, pain, disability and/or other.‎

I will happily greet my maker in a similar fashion at his playground down yonder, although I do hope ‎that he will grant me some more time…‎


Heart disease is ‎‎‎the‎ ‎‎‎major chronic disease of our times and is rampant within the developed ‎western countries. Coronary Heart Disease (CHD) is increasingly chocking us down, ever-present ‎and developing at an alarming rate! Researchers have been studying this disease with a passion ‎since the middle of the twentieth century. Modern medicine has been unable to cure this disease. ‎Most of its invested efforts center around palliative or in layman’s terms Band-Aids or cosmetic ‎solutions: opening clots, redirecting blood traffic, medication and pain relief. For the most part, the ‎prescribed treatment deals with the side effects of the disease and does little to cure or prevent ‎further deterioration

My father, may he rest in peace, also left this world at the age of fiftysomething. He, in stark ‎contrast, was by no means a healthy man: obese and suffering from both severe heart disease and ‎chronic stress. He knew that his end was near. According to his doctor, his only chance for survival ‎was a heart transplant. That was in the 1980’s and this procedure was relatively new and Dad with ‎neither health insurance nor economic means never had a chance.

‎‎‎‎‎I wish.‎ ‎‎‎ I wish that I knew then what I know now…‎

‎‎‎Most of the chronic diseases which afflict us can ‎be cured through a change of diet and lifestyle. ‎‎i‎t is truly wondrous, beyond imagination, to read of ‎the works of doctors such as Dr. Dean Ornish, Dr. Caldwell Esselstyn, Dr. Joel Fuhrman and many ‎others’. How amazing is the power of a mostly whole food plant based diet!

Who would fail to be ‎mesmerized by the power of the plated rainbow of colors?‎

Unfortunately this was not the only tragedy to strike close this week. On the other side of the ‎world in Virginia, another tragedy left mourners in its wake.‎

‎Six Year Old Dies In Wreck

A driver runs a stop sign and kills a six year old girl: Chloe, the daughter of a fellow Nia teacher. In ‎today’s modern era, with our extended digital network of friends, we can stay in touch with our ‎long distance family, friends and acquaintances. Despite never having the privilege of meeting her ‎daughter, I had seen frequent posts and pictures which allowed me to share in on all of her latest ‎anecdotes and photos. My pain is none the less real. I cannot seem to rid myself of the thoughts, ‎emotions and horrors which hover over me.‎

‎‎‎A tragedy! Inconceivable.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎Six years old! ‎‎

‎‎‎“And we wept that one so lovely ‎‎‎should have a life so brief.”
‎~William Cullen Bryant

I would like to share with you one of the last anecdotes that her mother shared on Facebook:‎

‎‎‎”Mommy, I think the secret to life is family. With a little bit of magic mixed in. Because ‎without ‎magic, we wouldn’t even exist.”‎‎‎

On Sunday there were two funerals: one in Israel and one in the U.S. May they rest in peace.‎

Hug your loved ones close!
♥ Pave your legacy with love and a bit of magic ♥‎