Every day, my Reddit feed seems to bring another accusation about Israel, another person I admire repeating it, another reason to feel a little less welcome. So far, most of it has happened through a screen, but lately I’ve been wondering what happens when it doesn’t.
The day I got left behind wasn’t really about abandonment.
It was about a kid who wanted to be heard — but never stopped to listen.
I’m starting to think that lesson wasn’t just about childhood but about my relationship with God.
There’s a moment when looking away stops being neutral.
The Torah describes it as “there was no man.”
That’s the moment when a part of you either lives—or dies.
