Tomorrow, Shabbat February the 18th, will mark the 11th year anniversary of my almost being killed by a Palestinian sniper on the Tunnel Road, on the way home from work.
I am grateful to be alive, and for the life with which I have been blessed, warts and all. I never quite imagined that the small moments with my child would give me so much satisfaction and joy. For example, yesterday, I heard Raphaela opening kitchen cabinets and emptying the contents, and then banging together G-d knows what. From the other room I said, "Raphaela, what is that cacophony?" She answered sweetly, "That's not noise, it's music!" I could not help but smile.
To celebrate this day, Raphaela and I will hopefully be able to play in the snow in Jerusalem, though I harbour skepticism regarding the accuracy of the weather reports.
2 comments:
I'll believe it when I see it. I'd rather a big rain storm so we can stay in. Snow we have to go out and play in.
Oh, she looks so much like you!
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