Yom Kippur's Summary In The Day Of Atonement

I was in a lawyer’s office to sign some documents. I tend to look at the walls while waiting, and read the diplomas. I noticed several diplomas that did not fit in with your standard law office. These spoke of “bravery in the service of mankind,” “saving lives during terrorist attacks,” and “excellent emergency care under fire.” I asked Dror, the lawyer, about these diplomas. He smiled, ever so modestly, and said that although he had a busy law practice, one day a week he was an emergency paramedic. As such, he was often called to a scene seconds after a bomb went off, or as a shooting was taking place.
He said he felt like he was continuing his military service, his national service; he was helping his people in a real hands-on kind of way.
I was, of course, in our local synagogue, praying with my father and brothers. It is a difficult day; no food or drink allowed, just endless praying.
The Egyptians must have thought of that when they decided on a surprise attack on that special day. We sat in the synagogue, in prayer, totally unaware. Gradually the synagogue began to empty. Men walked out in the middle of prayer and didn’t return. Rumors began to circulate.
By the afternoon break, we knew what was happening. Once again our enemies initiated a war, violating our holy day. Details were still blurry but the flow of men from the synagogue told us everything we needed to know. Once again, the men were leaving the house of prayer and heading for war, a war that would cost us nearly three thousand lives.
Most of my teachers would not return for many months. One popular teacher would write us postcards which were posted on the school bulletin board. I remember the day the postcards stopped coming and we heard the sad news; he would not be returning; he had been killed in a battle on the Egyptian
When Rona’s date started making advances, she made it clear she was not interested. The rejected lover did not take no for an answer. He pinned her down and grabbed her throat. Rona saw the writing on the wall and reacted as she had been trained. She pulled his hands a bit to the side, to allow enough air in so she could breath, and grabbed his throat and squeezed as tight as she could. As he recoiled from the pain she kneed him in the groin, pushing him off. She got up and ran out the nearest door. It turned out he had tried this before on a friend of hers but the friend “did not want to ruin his reputation” so she kept it a secret. Rona was wiser; she reported him at