I was there this past spring for a wedding and got to meet a lot of relatives I didn’t know I even had. They didn’t dwell on what happened in the past, but looked at the future and were so happy that we have gotten together after all these years.

They will always feel the pain of the past, but they would rather look to the future and the things they have now.

There is nothing that we can do that happened in the past. But we can look at what we have now and go from there.

Why is it that God’s Jews always get the better equipment and uniforms?

As for their determination to own the Arab’s Sheiks Home Stadium, you know, that’s so lame — a little like the Vikings going down to play the Miami Dolphins, losing the game, and then telling the mayor that they don’t feel like leaving. Evah.

A few words by Shakespeare on the subject:

Israeli citizens might ponder the following words from Shakespeare (in The Merchant of Venice), which I have slightly altered:

“I am a Palestinian. Hath not a Palestinian eyes? Hath not a Palestinian hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Jew is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that … the villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.”

They don’t care what anyone thinks or says about their actions, and wants to let everyone know they will not take it.

I have been corresponding with people who are being bombed around the clock. Natalie tells me when a bombing starts, the small children playing at her feet look to her. When she gives a nod and a smile, they go back to playing with their toys. When she herself is shaken, the children cry.

She tells me the phone rings constantly. It used to ring for many things, but now when it rings, it is because someone has died. And it rings all the time.

There is an odd humour that helps them get through difficult times as she helps in the hospital or ambulance. They joke that they are a ship sailing on the murderous seas of Gaza on the ship Die-tanic.