Wow. Thank you. People need to read accounts like this rather than exclusively relying on the media.
When I was in Israel on a youth trip in the summer of 1993 I saw a bomb go off in the distance on the Lebanese border. Our bus driver tried to calm us down. The trip organizers gave what reassurances they could. The parents of one of the kids arranged for him to leave the trip.
In February 2008 I was on a group trip with the UJA. One day, our group was divided into two, depending on what activities we wanted to do. Shortly after the group I wasn’t with returned from Sderot, a Qassam rocket went off there. It never stops. I love Israel. I love what it represents. I have family there. My sister-in-law was born and raised there and lived there until she was in her late 20s, when she moved to Canada to marry my brother, who’d spent over a decade there.
עם ישראל חי