It’s often when everything seems to be going along just fine with everything coming together when the unexpected happens. This time, the kids and I were in our truck, waiting for Mr. Safek and Sam the dog to arrive at the Synagogue with the Shabbat RV 2.0. All our meals were carefully packed up, our clothes, and the kids were very much looking forward to all the festivities of the three day Yom Tov.
And then, as we parked to wait, I looked down at my phone and saw I had a text message from Mr. Safek that made my heart stop just a moment.
“I’m ok, but please call as soon as you’re safe.”
That’s never a good sign.
Our driveway, in what is probably the only real downside of our house, slopes down into our garage. The RV had been parked facing down this incline, towards the house and Mr. Safek had been packing it up to the road to then join us at the Synagogue. Unfortunately, as he let up on the brake and stepped on the gas, the RV simply rolled forward instead of the engine engaging to pull the beast backwards. It rolled in slow motion down the incline…and into the house, shattering the front windshield of the RV. With not much time left before candle lighting, Mr. Safek had to quickly survey the damage and make a decision.
We were not going to be able to stay in the RV for the 3 day Yom Tov.
So, we had to change plans quickly, rushing to the store to gather some last minute supplies and then home to move everything out of the RV and back into the house as well as prepare to spend the holiday in the house. The kids were crushed, knowing they would miss out on all the fun planned. Mr. Safek was upset, feeling like he’d let the family down and worried about the damage to the house and the RV. I was worried about us having enough food. I’d planned on us spending at least one meal a day at the Synagogue. B”H, everyone was ok, but suddenly, things were kind of chaotic. No dancing, no sushi under the stars, no time spent with our community.
Life just happens sometimes. As they say, “Man plans, G-d laughs.”
The three day Yom Tov was long, but we did get in a lot of good rest. Books were read, games played and while a couple of our meals might have been a bit unconventional, no one starved. We survived and talked about what a funny story this would one day be to tell. After Shabbos, Mr. Safek discovered that the damage to the house was only a gutter and that our insurance should cover the windshield of the RV, so we’re very fortunate. Right now, our sukkah is down in pieces, waiting for its new owner to pick it up and I’m busy putting cloves into our esrog and I’m enjoying the post-holiday quiet, a chance to catch my breath before we dive back into work, school, and everything else that was on hold a bit for the holidays.
The esrog smells amazing, mixed with the pungent spice of the cloves and the smell always reminds me of Sukkos all year long, even if our Sukkos this year was a little less joyful than some past.
Holidays aren’t always what we expect them to be and perhaps, in that, too, there’s a lesson.