Sometimes I feel that Charles Dickens’s words “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” encapsulates what many of us are feeling post-October 7. There are no words of solace to soothe our broken hearts. But what we have also witnessed, and are still experiencing, is nothing short of extraordinary.

Complete strangers, entire communities and organizations, locally and abroad, have galvanized into action; initiating transformative, healing and nourishing endeavors on so many levels. Witnessing some of these firsthand has been inspiring and uplifting and, above all, has made me feel so proud to be Israeli.

A few weeks ago, I was privileged to meet Leora Hadar at the shiva (seven days of mourning) of a very close friend, IDF captain Yaron Chitiz, who was killed in combat in the Gaza Strip on December 26. She arrived (together with hundreds of Yaron’s close friends and family) on January 2, which coincided with what would have been Yaron’s 24th birthday. His family and long-time girlfriend, Darah Ginsberg, invited us to celebrate with them with pizza and a beer, as Yaron would have wanted. 

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