Yesterday we were thrown back to the bad old days of the intifada, when we’d hear sirens screeching through the streets, know something was wrong, and wait for the phone calls from family and friends checking in to ensure us that yes, they were alright, they didn’t get hurt by the blast.
Such are our lives; we move from confronting violence and death, to running to court about mundane or not-so mundane quarrels. Sometimes it’s difficult to compartmentalize, but thank goodness for that; were it easy that would mean that our humanity has been compromised.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the family of the deceased, may they find comfort in the rubble. May those who are injured have a speedy and complete recovery, and may Jerusalem know peace.