Even if a rocket falls far away from here, the house shakes.  And tonight there were a few – not really close – but they made me sad that we’re back to square one.  And even though I tried to avoid the news on tv I caught a little conversation with the doctor who was taking care of the released hostages, and was blown away by his incredible respect for the fortitude and nobility of the children as well as the adults.  He said it was an honor to serve them. 

These are amazing people, the hostages who survived branding (literal), starvation, and psychological and physical brutality – and can even now begin to overcome it.  And the doctor was uplifted by them, despite the fact that he clearly went through great trauma hearing their stories.

So what can I complain about spending an evening waiting for rockets.  It’s nothing.