<p>Nachshon</p>
<p>And the Israelites made it to the Red Sea. And it wasnt budging.</p>
<p>Word had come that the armies of Pharoah were following close behind. In chariots.</p>
<p>And so the people prayed, and meditated, and sacrificed. And nothing happened. And then they did some more of the same.</p>
<p>And then Moses got this great idea. He got his staff, the one that had turned into a serpent, and, in full anachronistic imitation, you know what came next. He raised his rod, and, lo and behold, awaited the word of God (or Cecil B. DeMille) to make it happen. And then, according to the Talmudic rabbis it didnt. Nothing in fact happened. Nothing at all.</p>
<p>Now Moses didnt have a spare rod, so he kept raising the same one again and again, waving his arms wildly like someone alerting a helicopter rescue to his whereabouts, and the people prayed and moaned and gnashed their teeth and killed a few more birds and goats and sheep. And nothing happened. And they could now see the dust being kicked up by Pharoahs chariots.</p>
<p>Now, the rabbis tell us, there was a man by the name of Nachshon (some say he was Aarons brother-in-law, but that might just be window dressing after the fact). And he was fed up with all this praying and meditating and sacrificing, and all this waiting for Moses magic wand to get new batteries. It didnt seem to be getting them anywhere quickly.</p>
<p>And somehow he decided that hed rather be covered over by the waters than by the wheels of Pharoahs chariots. And so he headed off to the water and stuck a toe in. It was warm enough, and then he got in as deep as his ankles. And waded further up to his hips. And nothing particular happened. Now up to his chest. And then he took another step, and the water lapped over his shoulders. One more step and it was right under his nose. All red and everything. </p>
<p>Nachson was about to take his next (and probably last) step, when a reed tickled his nose, and he sneezed. And at the blast of his nostrils, the waters piled up, the floods stood up in a heap; and the deeps congealed in the heart of the sea. Or some such. At any rate, the waters parted, just like in the movies, and the Israelites, all 600,000 of them, plus their wives (average 2.2 for each man), and all their children, their remaining goats and sheep and chickens, their slaves, and the matzoh remnants tied into neat little bundles. And they made it across, and Pharoahs chariots following, and every one of them, horse and rider, was drowned in the sea.</p>
<p>After that, we dont know what happened to Nachson. Maybe he was asked to help lead the celebration, with the prayers and meditation and sacrifices. Or maybe he just wandered off anonymously, having fulfilled his historical potential, having done the one right thing in his life he was called on to do, at the right time, and in the right place. Maybe he got a cold. Or maybe he was just drowned in the sea, whilst the others got across to dry land.</p>