We were talking about Roi. Roi Klein. What a hero. What a decision. What character.
Then she announced, "Mrs. N called me today about carpool."
I wondered why she was changing the topic from something so venerable to something so mundane.
She related, "I was surprised to hear from her as we aren't very close. She wanted to know if we had our rides arranged to and from school."
I thought of the grandeur of his deed. He had jumped onto a live grenade.
She continued, "Though we technically needed to carpool with someone because we had no morning ride, I was still hesitant about committing."
Barely a nanosecond to think, he had yelled out a warning and then "Shma Yisroel" had burst forth from his soul.
She explained, "I really don't like driving; you know that. And carpool? I really hate it. Everybody knows that."
His wife, Sara. His three year old, Gilad. His one year old, Yoav.
She told me, "So I was kinda mumbling and then Mrs. N shared the schedule, 'The K's do the mornings, my husband does the early minyan and I do the afternoons'. I asked her what she wanted me to do as it seemed all was settled already."
It must have been a part of him from forever ago. Such an act has to be nurtured beforehand.
She said, "So Mrs. N told me that she wasn't calling to ask if I could drive; she knows I don't do carpool. She was calling to offer us a place in the car as there is one empty seat available. She wanted nothing from us; she was only extending an invite for a free ride, twice daily."
Without time to deliberate, he gave up his life to save that of others.