Pain Is The Best Teacher

Pain Is The Best Teacher
© 2015 Avi Nardia
Pain is the best teacher – this has been said to me many times – you have wisdom – I can only smile in pain as I know the price I had to pay for that knowledge and wisdom. As time went on I decided that I should write about some of my experiences in an attempt to share some of what I have learned.
Growing up in the holy land of Israel I have seen many people die, murdered daily by terrorists. As a kid I remember the “Fadayun”, the names keep changing over the years as “Patah” – PLO – Hamas – Hizballah. Today we see the same actions under the names of Al Qaeda and ISIS – ISIL murders.
I have decided to carry the flag of love and peace worldwide in an attempt to teach my knowledge and my pain. I served with the number one unit to counter terrorism, fighting the evil of terrorism.
One day a family member called me a murderer during dinner as she was very left wing and I could only smile in pain. As if happens a few years later we met again after the loss of her best friend in a terrorist attack and she told me that we should kill them all. I smiled again in pain but this time I said no, as it’s not the way.
I explained to her you cannot light the darkness with more darkness, only with light. If we continuously go about exchanging an eye for and eye then we all will end up blind. I’m not a murderer and my friends are not murders. As an example I will tell you a story about my unit, one of the paramedics had resuscitated a terrorist who had opened fire on civilians. During the incident in question we had to return fire and he was subsequently wounded so we gave him emergency first aid and saved his life. The terrorist was sent to trial and brought to justice but he was unaware of the story of the man who saved his life…
As it happens the paramedic’s father was a legend in the army. Unfortunately one day a group of terrorists, members of the PLO crossed the border and attacked his home, taking his mum and family hostage, unfortunately though they were all killed in the army assault. They died though by the orders of Yasser Arafat, the PLO leader. The paramedics father insisted that he would be first though the door during the attack on the terrorists. At the time the paramedic was a baby and only survived thanks to the quick thinking of his mum who hid him in a washing machine when she heard the terrorists breaking down the door. He later grew up to become a member of the top counter terrorist unit in the world.
No, we are not murders. We carry the flag of love and peace and only someone who has been in war knows the price for love and peace. We don’t fight because we hate the one in front of us, we fight to keep the one whom we love behind us safe. Warriors don’t fight because they hate who is in front of them but because they love who is behind them.
This bit of wisdom I share today is to teach people worldwide how to deal with conflicts and ultimately improve their quality of life.
On a final note I am reminded of a story I once heard about an old man. Late at night some children were making lots of noise outside his bedroom while he was trying to go to sleep. He decided go outside and talk to them but he knew if he shouted at them the children would only make more noise.
So he asked the children if they would make as much noise as possible he would give them some money. But only on the condition they make as much noise as possible. Week after week the children came around and made as much noise as possible until one day the old man told them I have no more money. So the children proclaimed “No money no noise”…
Sometimes the solutions for noise is wisdom and this what my team leaders worldwide bring to the public. Friendship, wisdom, love and peace is the best knowledge we can share. If my knowledge was printed in a book it would be written in an ink of blood, sweat and tears.
My strength didn’t come from lifting weights, my strength comes from lifting my self up every time I was knocked down.