The most recent is the terror (they say female suicide) bombing in Burgas airport, Bulgaria, where a bus carrying Israeli tourists exploded, killing at least seven and injuring dozens more. At least ten firetrucks were trying to control the blaze and paramedics have been treating the injured.
Bibi is directly blaming Iran, and calling for harsh retaliation.
Oh, we’re still doing this?
In something closer to home, and more of a personal scare, is the story of Pamela Weisfeld (Ayala Pamela bat Leah), an American-Israeli Jerusalemite with two young kids. She was diagnosed with brain, liver, breast and bone cancer in a matter of one visit to the emergency room with what she thought was a swollen milk duct/back pain.
Not sure it gets worse than that when it comes to diagnoses. There’s a Facebook support group collecting prayers, aid, and more for her and her husband and kids.
Jennifer Brandt’s story of getting the phone call any parent anywhere dreads the most: Flipped. Every time I know my kids are in a car, the thought makes an appearance in my mind. I hate every second that my kids are in a car. Please read her story if you are prematurely considering switching your kid to a booster.
And in my own near-nightmare, I was driving on the highway outside Tzur Hadassah when two Arabs were waiting to make their mad dash across to the forest to get back into Wadi Fukin. Illegal workers do this daily from the village to get to construction sites or other workplaces inside the Green Line.
So one of these guys – maybe in his 20s – looks at me and then darts into my path as I’m zooming towards him. Thank god for brakes (and being made painfully aware they’re in existence with the screeching I heard). As I passed by his friend still waiting to cross, I had plenty of words and gestures.
But most of all, I had my baby in the backseat. So work illegally in Israel, I don’t care. But don’t be a motherfucker when you make your way home again.
So, yes. Let’s hug our kids extra tight tonight.