This is why I love this country

This morning we actually heard a siren. Ruby had left the house with Petachya to drop him off at gan on the way to work, and they both turned right around to come inside. Leah was already in the mamad playing computer, Simcha ran in on his own, and Bezalel was in bed without his hearing aids on, so I just grabbed him and went into the mamad myself. We sat for 5 minutes, and then went back to doing regular things. Leah didn't go into hystrical crying like she did in school, but she was shaking. She smiled easily, though, and was able to do deep yoga breathing with me. The boys were a little freaked out, but we didn't hear any explosions. Afterwards, Simcha said he was actually less scared since we actually did something, and I felt the same way. I was totally calm in the room. If we heard explosions, I'm sure we would have been more shaken, but all in all, we were okay. The rocket landed in Gedera, about an 8 minute drive from here. I drove on the main road around Gedera later this afternoon on my way to Rechovot, and did not see where the rocket had fallen.

But this is why I love my country: At some point on the way to or from Rechovot (I don't exactly remember), I had the radio on. They were giving out the names and phone numbers of poeple in various parts of Israel who would like to host religious families from Ashkelon and the south for Shabbat. My great-grandfather used to say that a family is like a hand - if one finger hurts, the whole hand feels the pain. That's what we are here in Israel - one big family.