Back to the Future?

Last month during Passover vacation my almost 19-year-old son spent five days hiking through Jordan. He and six friends took taxis, slept outside, climbed through wadis, waded through rivers, and generally had the kind of adventure I would have liked to have had when I was his age.

When it was time to come home from their Jordanian adventure my son and his friends caught a taxi back to the Israeli border. The driver asked the kids where they were from. 

"Israel" they answered "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Jaffa," the driver answered.

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Not bearing the details

I am at the sulfur baths at a hotel at the Dead Sea with my husband. We are trying to relax. It's been a very difficult couples of weeks.-- the terrorist attack at Mercaz ha Rav Yeshiva and a beautiful young child - Hilleli - in our community who is hovering between death and life from an accident at the nursery school where she was choked by a curtain.

We have one night to relax, unwind. I used to be very good at going on vacation. I could chill out in a minute. But now, ever since my son's murder by terrorists six years ago, I find it hard to unwind. Working helps me because I don't have space for my mind to wander. Empty time fills me with the chill stark terror of what we've lived through - losing our 13 year old son, Koby, an 8th grader when he went hiking instead of going to school. Instead terrorists beat him and his friend Yosef Ish Ran to death

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