Elie called me a few minutes ago telling me he’s on the way to get me and then said that there is traffic in Maale Adumim. Why? An Arab tried to grab the gun of a security guard. There is confusion as to where this happened. Elie said it was near a kindergarten; the news is only saying near the entrance to the city.
I could feel the panic rising. Where? What happened. The security guard managed to hold his gun and turn it and shoot the Arab. In anger and fear, I said, “I hope they shot him in the stomach.” I know that’s a bad place to be shot. I can’t for the life of me tell you now if I meant those words or not.
With the grace of God and training, the security guard managed to hold onto the gun and the Arab was shot – not the guard; not any innocent people nearby. The Arab is in critical condition, with a gunshot wound to his stomach.
Just yesterday, we drove past the guards as we entered the city and I didn’t like the way the guards were not paying attention. I said something to Elie – he wasn’t very pleased either.
I don’t know all the details. I do know that my heart is racing…and I don’t even have any children in nursery school. I know that Aliza is home safe; David is on a trip with other youth learning to be a counselor for a special youth group; Shmulik is …where is Shmulik….calling now….Shmulik is still in Jerusalem. Amira is at home with the baby…at least I think she is…Lauren is here in Jerusalem. I’m not sure where Naama is, but she wouldn’t be near that children’s school at this time of the day..and so it goes.
Where is this one? What is happening? What was his motive? And worst of all…where were the children of that nursery school? Were they in the yard playing? Were they in the school? Had they already left to go home? Why….