In the spirit of V’nahafoch hu, Mishpacha contributors share the axioms they were sure of…until they weren’t
As told to Yael Schuster
IT was 1997, my first visit to South Africa. My flight from Johannesburg to Durban was delayed, delayed again, and then yet again.
One hundred weary passengers eventually shuffled onto the plane, and when we were seated, the pilot came on the loudspeaker. “We apologize for the delay. It was due to the failure of an engine part, and because of inclement weather, we had to wait until repairs were done before taking off.”
That struck me as a perfectly sensible strategy even if it had been a sunny day. I should have taken that as a warning.
As we picked up speed on the runway, the plane began to shake like crazy, clearly struggling to become airborne. I sure hope it’s a very long runway, I thought.
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