My name is Dvir Adani, and I am a volunteer EMT with United Hatzalah. I am a social person who often enjoys a party, and living in Israel’s cultural center in the greater Tel Aviv area, I’m no stranger to them. Recently I participated in a party that caused me to cry tears of joy.
The story of this party began a few years ago. It was a Saturday night, and I was coming home from a trip up north when I received an emergency alert from United Hatzalah’s dispatch center alerting me to a serious road accident in the Jordan Valley.
I was riding my ambucycle, and I flicked on my lights and siren and raced to the location. It was a very serious accident and would require an intense rescue. A vehicle carrying a group of yeshiva students on their way back to Jerusalem had overturned on the side of the road. The students were trapped inside, seriously injured.
I immediately notified dispatch that fire and rescue teams were needed to extricate the students and began triage. Once those crews arrived I assisted in extricating three students from the car and treating their injuries, but there were still two others trapped inside.
One was dead. The other, while alive, was seriously wounded. I will never forget the hand that popped through what was left of the car window, begging for help. We tried everything we could to save his life and finally managed to get him out. Once we did I worked with the other EMS crews to stabilize his condition, then he was evacuated to the hospital by helicopter.
The student endured a long process of recovery, but we stayed in touch. I was happy to hear as he progressed through rehabilitation and recovery, however slowly. A slow recovery is better than the alternative! Nevertheless, after a while we lost contact.
A few weeks ago I received an invitation from the past. It came in the form of a special phone call. When I answered the voice on the other end said, “Hello, my name is Yinon. You saved my life a few years ago. You must come to my wedding.”
I was shocked to hear his voice again—it had been a few years. The student who lay trapped in the dark, crushed car on the Jordan Valley Highway that night was calling me to come celebrate his wedding. How could I turn down the opportunity?
When the day of celebration came, I put on my best suit and went to the wedding. I was excited and hugged the groom ecstatically. I should say, my attire and lifestyle don’t quite match those of the groom and his guests, and quite a few participants wondered who I was. “Who is the man in the purple hair who embraced the ultra-Orthodox groom?” some wondered.
But I didn’t pay much attention to the questions or looks. Instead, I grabbed the groom, and we broke into a wild dance. We danced to celebrate. We danced the dance of life.
Dvir Adani is a volunteer EMT with United Hatzalah.