Sons of Noah Comics - Teaser #3

Ytshak Jetter
4 days ago
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Updated: 3 days ago

This is part of a teaser for upcoming Noahide superhero comics Rabbi Yitzchak Jetter and Rabbi Moshe Perets have been working on. Hope you enjoy!

The Call

After work, David’s phone buzzed on the counter, and his rabbi’s name lit the screen. He dried his hands and answered. A Jew in their community needed a life-saving surgery; the hospital was demanding $300,000 up front; and the window was mere days. The rabbi had raised a third of the cost already, but $200,000 still remained, and David was the last one he could ask. David said he understood. He promised to see what he could do, and ended the call.

The kitchen was quiet enough that Miriam heard the call from the other room. David sat at the kitchen table with his hands clasped, his laptop open before him. On the screen, the balance from their joint account glowed in blue—showing just under $250,000. His notes sat beside the computer in a careful stack: mortgage calculators, projected payments, a list titled “repairs for the new home—first six months.”

Their two kids now sound asleep, Miriam walked into the kitchen. She stood by the stove and put away leftovers. David could tell she had overheard, and it had stressed her.

“Hey Miri, you overheard, right? Eliyahu from the shul closest to us is in the hospital. The rabbi said his situation is bad, and that his doctor said he needs a bone marrow transplant within the week. He still needs about $200,000, and if we put everything together—unfortunately, most of our savings—we can cover that.”

She blinked, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat. She knew that this was a huge kindness they could do for someone desperately in need, but also knew this was a huge amount of money.

“Honey…is there no other way?” Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

He nodded without looking up. “It won’t leave us much. We certainly won’t own a home, so we’ll be renting for quite a while.”

Miriam’s gaze turned to the laptop. The number stared back. Her hands tightened into fists. She drew a breath. “I know, it’s the right thing to do.”

His heart was heavy with grief. The house they had toured twice now; the hall where they’d imagined their children’s art; the garden he’d promised to water for her — none of this would be easy to give up.

“I won’t lie to you,” he said. “This hurts. I wanted that house for us, for our future. But this man—he has no future without us.”

“I trust you. Do what you think is right,” she said.

David grabbed his phone. He took a deep breath before pressing the call button.