Five Years after the Bomb in the Sky
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor
Five years ago, today, this was me, riding a lion in Jerusalem.
But five years ago today, hours earlier, I stood beneath a beautiful blue sky at the Foreign Ministry, looked up, and saw a missile sailing right at me, intercepted at the last minute by the Iron Dome defense system.
That was a moment in my life (and in the lives of countless others) that froze time, changed me forever. The bomb detonated in a loud poof of smoke, but the explosion within me was deafening and shattering and terrifying - andohmyGodImthereagainasIt
But I'm not there at all, not really, because it's been five years since the world turned upside down and I've learned so much since that awful day of bombs in the Heavens and lions on the ground.
Life is not to be taken for granted. We are called to grab life by its woolly mane and ride and ride and ride and ride. And smile. And live. I will never be the same after the bomb. I've never been so alive.
That day. This day.