On 7.10 I lost everything. It's true that I got off cheaply, terrorists didn't enter the seat and my family is intact, physically at least.
I lost my sensitivity when Gilad Shalit was in captivity, not a day went by that I didn't think about him. Now returning home, the reservists take my breath away when I see their tired but dedicated poor people. The bereaved families restore my faith in life and absolute goodness. Now I need rehabilitation, my heart needs rehabilitation, the children, the community, my country needs rehabilitation.