When he walked into the Kotel area I asked him to put on tefillin. He refused. I tried again. He refused again. I tried a third time. He refused a third time. Finally I said, "A soldier was just stabbed in Tel Aviv. He is in the emergency hospital in critical condition. You can put on tefillin and pray for him. He immediately stuck out his arm.
This is a typical Israeli. Even though he really did not want to do anything religious, he did now know how to put on tefillin, nor he was at all interested in doing it, but when he heard that he might be able help another Jew in trouble he immediately stuck out his arm.
He went to the Kotel with the tefillin on, and I watched him cry.