tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823549861851853736.post828635616415896480..comments2023-08-05T07:19:13.900-07:00Comments on Missing Maxie: Big plastic hammersAbby Levisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748394086960661826noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-823549861851853736.post-51599915132274302372013-04-16T15:37:11.462-07:002013-04-16T15:37:11.462-07:00Such a timely post at sich a sad time that has so ...Such a timely post at sich a sad time that has so many of us wondering what the world is coming to.<br /><br />I know, probably to a lesser extent, that feeling of defiant fear...the feeling that you have to dive into life even though the world around you can become terrifying very quickly. I lived in Israel (Jerusalem mainly) for a while back in '98. Things had simmered down a bit from the time you were referencing in this post, but there was still a tension in the air--a nearly palpable tension of people straddling the line between living a vibrant life while simultaneously living with the dangerous realities of each day. I think it's so interesting that you have made this connection between life in Israel then and how life has become here now. You hit the nail on the head (with a plastic hammer, of course), this feeling that I have now most days, is very much like I experienced living in Israel 15 years ago. One lesson that I learned during my time Israel, is that as scary or heartbreaking as it may be, life will go forward. I only have control over how I will receive each moment. It's both a tortuous and hopeful realization at once.<br />Tarynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15222165479373902724noreply@blogger.com