The sun is pounding down on my broken body. I close my eyes to keep away its sharp light, and fight down the nausea as my friends jostle my stretcher through the crowd.
“We’re almost there Eldad.” I hear the concern in Dan’s voice, and try to give a reassuring smile.
“Make way please,” he shouts. “Paralysed man coming through.”
“Hey,” a deep voice growls, “we’re all trying to see the Rabbi here. You can’t just push in like that.”
“Yes. Wait your turn,” other voices chorus, and I catch glimpses of scowling faces as I open my eyes again.
“This is hopeless,” Amos whispers. “We’ll never get into that house.” Continue reading