In June and July 2006 I was in Israel working with the Israelidances.com extended family of dancers, choreographers, composers, musicians, video directors, and dance festival organisers. I caught up with two online friends, one from Israel and one from New York.
They invited me to a memorable evening of "Nostalgia dancing" at a marvellous Kabbalat Shabbat at Kibbutz Ginegar in Israel's north.
When it was time for partner dancing, I was fortunate to find a charming man who was patient, cheerful - and a great dancer! Since Nostalgia is not my usual field I explained that there would be quite a few dances that I wouldn't know. He assured me that there were a number of dances that he wouldn't do either, "because of my leg ".
At the end of the evening, after a great dancing experience, Benzi Raz explained, almost casually and to my surprise, just what "because of my leg" meant. It gives new meaning to courage, dedication, and the love of Israeli dance.
Enjoy the story,
Aura Levin Lipski, Publisher, Israelidances.com
My Israeli dancing career was "forced" on me by a friend in 1965. I've danced ever since, with an additional interest in international dances, especialy Balkan dances.
Professionally I was an electronics technician with the Israeli Air Force,
with the rank of Sgt. Major from 1966-1973.
From 1973-1989 I was a bus driver and bus driving instructor, and from 1989 to 2003 I was a freelance driving instructor and lecturer on safe-driving in extreme conditions. As well during this time I led groups on extreme tours on motor-bikes and all terrain vehicles.
And I happened to have diabetes.
Due to many complications and my own negligence, my diabetes got worse and one day I found myself unconcscious in hospital, not so far
from death.
Even before the necessary surgery, my dancing friends were there for me in every way and took care of everything -- including all my financial problems. A week after I landed in hospital the surgeons amputated my leg just below the knee.
Much to everyone's surprise I turned up one night at a dance class just a few weeks later where a friend "Sedi" (legendary Israeli dance choreographer Seadia Amishai) was busy teaching.
Everybody stopped in the middle of the dance to greet this old crippled guy trying to use his crutches to walk.
Then they started the music. Away went the crutches, and by the end of the evening I was already doing my first small dancing steps.
Three weeks later I was busy doing debka dances at the Givat Haviva class near Hadera.
I lost my leg on December 28, 2003.
And I was dancing on March 5, 2004...
The year I thought I would have to wait before I could even think of dancing again turned out to be only three months. Indeed, my whole healing was a miracle by itself, because my severe diabetes had virtually shut down almost every one of my vital organs.
Yet I recovered in no time at all; my heart, liver, kidneys and the rest all improved. The only real damage was to my eyes, but my sight was saved.
My doctor confessed that he'd been betting that the only way I'd be walking would be with a seeing eye dog. But today I can see enough to study at the university and go dancing.
My message is that if you want it hard enough, and have your dancing friends close to you, you can win through and come alive again.
I extend my best wishes to Zvika from Jerusalem who also came back to dancing, after some tough times and after meeting me at last year's Karmiel Festival.
KEEP ON DANCING my friends, and you'll be healthy in body and mind.
Benzi Raz, Haifa, Israel, July 2006.
raz_ban@netvision.net.il Phone Israel 972 -505232595