A lot has been said and written in the past few days about the kidnapping of 3 teenagers in our area. And while there’s no reason to recount the actual events, it’s worth taking a look at some of the things I’ve seen repeatedly online. “I can’t sleep. I can’t work. I can’t focus. I can’t eat. I can’t stop thinking about those boys. I can’t stop thinking about their parents. I can’t believe this happened.”
I can’t either. But I will. I will sleep…even if I have to run myself ragged until my body shuts itself down. I will work…and I will make every moment count. I will focus… on my family, my friends, my prayers and my faith. I will eat…and I will make sure that the soldiers in our area are well-fed as well.
I will continue to hitchhike and to pick up hitchhikers. Not because I need to, but because I can. Because ‘tremping’ in this country is not an act of foolishness or a way to be cheap – it’s show of the nation’s magnanimity, of faith in others, of our people’s perpetual willingness to help those in need.
I will plan family gatherings that will not be tarnished by sadness, because doing so let’s ‘them’ in – and it lets ‘them’ win. I will look for every opportunity to be happy instead of focusing on the black cloud overhead. I will avoid petty arguments over hashtags, humanitarianism and private healthcare in Israel, disputes that divide our nation at the very time we should be entirely united. And when doing these things, I will continue to think of “our boys”, and to remind myself that celebrating life isn’t an act of callousness, but an act of bravery in the face of adversity.
Finally, I will continue to believe in peace, not because I’m naïve, but because I’m human. And because without hope, we truly have nothing.