Let us look beyond our conflicts
Let us talk
Let us make peace
Hallo, or as we great in Hebrew
shalom, שלום, meaning peace.
My name is Amnon Thaller, married, father of three sons and one daughter; mother of our three grandchildren.
I was born in what is now the Ben-Gurion airport in Palestine-Israel.
My early childhood was in Jerusalem and my first friends were the children of Mahmud, the house keeper of our landlord Mr. Tarsha from Bethlehem. At those early years, I remember fantasizing about living on a big farm, a fantasy that more or less fulfilled itself as you will see. After the foundation of the state of Israel, my father, who was a government employ, moved us towards Tel Aviv with the meteorological office. He built us a small house in Kiriat Ono. There I grow up and got married. I always loved animals and naturally found a job in the university zoo. After several years my wife and I decided to move to a village (a Moshav) and became farmers.
We became florists and I soled my flat in K.Ono to by a herd of sheep.
Unfortunately these were all stolen, and our flower farm showed no profit as well. This was the end of this chapter in our life. We soled the place, paying our debts and moved to Kfar-Giladi, where we live ever since.
Kfar-Giladi is a Kibbutz. Lately the basic principals on which the Kibbutz was based changed and we are in the process of privatizing. As for us, we are retired now and the change does actually not affect us. But during the 30 years we live here, a lot happened to shape my life; my first job was in the cow shad where I got acquainted to a Dutch volunteer who taught me how to make Gouda cheese.
This became an obsession of mine. I did all I could, to convince the kibbutz management to start a cheese dairy but was refused. Eventually, I managed to go study in Holland and start, with the financial support of my late father, the dairy of my dream. I constantly looked for a partner to take care of marketing. The Kibbutz did not support me, and it took me about 20 years to let go. I think this was a hard but very important lesson for me, know when to let go.
When we first came to the Kibbutz and all was provided for us. Our duty was to work 8 hours per day + some small shift jobs like dish washing and standing guard several nights a year. These were the perfect years to develop our artistic skills, so I took courses in sketching, sculpting, and creating of masks and puppets. The efforts I made, concerning the dairy, made me neglect this. My wife continuously sang in the choir. In fact she sings and performs in choirs for 54 years by now, covering most of the liturgical, mainly baroque and renascence repertoire.
As I retired my son Uriel introduced me to the MLM and I started educating myself in a direction, I never thought of, and got hooked. Now I am deeply into internet marketing, Bloging and self development, including coaching and social networking, having the time of my life at the age of almost 70. I Signe my letters with the words: it is never too late, but the sooner the better.