The High Dive

On Thursday morning, during the missile attack, this “little” piece of shrapnel fell at the entrance of Ariel, our closest town 21 kilometers away. Despite the possible danger, my husband and I ventured out of our bubble and made the twenty-minute drive to Ariel. I cannot say I wasn’t nervous. It was kind of like going up the high dive for the first time at the swimming pool of my youth. Each step up the ladder was a test of nerves and leaving the board for the water below was pure terror. Once I did it, though, and saw I survived, the next time was so much easier. Thankfully, we returned home safely without hearing any sirens and needing to run to a bomb shelter. Will it be easier next week? I pray it will. I pray HaShem grants us true peace along with total victory and there will be no reason for anyone to fear leaving home.