I took the kids for the a week to visit m parents in Beitar. They needed to get away and see some life again. It was nice for a while but it’s hard living in someone elses house. I ended up being police mom the entire time. It’s good to be back. It’s a strange feeling to go from an abandoned town that you can feel the depression in the air to action and life. In Beitar everyone is going about their regular life, planning vacations, going to camp, and say tehillim for what’s going on up here but don’t really think about it too much. It’s like stepping in and out of two worlds that you are stuck in between of. You want to be here, you want to be there but you can’t really stay at either for too long. One thing that has really impressed me is the amount of donations we have recieved, in food and toys. Everyday we get boxes of dried goods, meats, and drinks. People have opened their homes all across the southern part of Israel for the people in the North. I read something that really shows the contrast of the two ends of the war. There are about 400,000 refugees in Lebanon that fled yo the north. The government couldn’t find shelter for them so they set up temperary tents for them to stay in. In Israel there are 800,000 and the news browdcast that was saying this sayed that they couldn’t find any of the refugees of the north. They all had family, freinds, or even strangers who opened their homes to everyone. They are being supplied with food, clothing, toys and money. It really is a big kiddush Hashem.