This past Friday, Valentine’s Day, I was on a mission to give away as many flowers as possible.
I raced to the Shuk early ( the open market in central Tel Aviv) to get the freshest and best selection of flowers.
It was just beginning to wake up. As I walked through the empty aisles, I thought about how different it would be 2 hours later when a sea of people would converge on this thriving, colorful hub of Tel Aviv.
I checked a few flower stalls and landed on one that was selling stunning gerbera daisies. I chose brilliant red and antique pink ones. What could be more perfect?
Little did I realize that within a few hours my day would turn into a day of practicing compassion.