It was one of those jam-packed mornings where, in between appointments, meeting my accountant, and traveling for a consultation in Beit Shemesh, I needed to think of an approach to the day’s lunch date with David, a friend of mine and fellow psychiatrist who was on a pilot trip to Israel and thinking about making aliyah. David was on the fence about moving and I had been planning my pitch for moving to Israel from Brooklyn for a long time. It would be a tough sell though — his whole family was in New York and he had a great job, a nice apartment, the works. That being said, Eretz Yisrael was Eretz Yisrael and I wanted to do my best to convince him to come. We need more good docs here and he was just the kind of guy who would love the work too.