13 Hours

What is the significance of the name “13 hours” you may be wondering. 13 hours is the time I spent, along with my wife, sitting in the dark not knowing whether I would live or die. We entered the safe-room the moment we learned that Hamas terrorists had infiltrated our kibbutz. The terrorists broke into our house and set it of fire. As the house burned down all around us, we really didn’t think we would make it out alive. The “me: that entered the safe-room was not the same “me” that came out.

Since that terrible day, the day of October 7th 2023, I have been faced with the task of trying to rebuilding my life. I have written extensively since then as a way of keeping a record not just of what happened but also how I was coping on an emotional level. This blog will contain excerpts from my writings that I feel comfortable sharing with you. I gladly invite you along for the ride, however bumpy it may get at times.