Dear Friend of APN,
I woke up on what I thought would be just any other Shabbat morning. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I
heard my wife coming upstairs. I can’t tell you why, but I immediately knew something was wrong. She walked into
the room and said, “something terrible is happening in Israel, but Ana (our youngest child who was there on a
gap year program) is ok.” Thus began, for me at least, October 7th.
That day is burned in my memory, as I’m sure it is for many of you. I spent it watching the unfolding horror
of the Hamas massacre and reaching out to family and friends, hoping desperately to hear that they were home and
safe. And I also spent it trying to understand what was happening and trying to wrap my head around what it would
mean for Israelis, for Palestinians, and for all of us. A year later, I think we are all still trying to figure it
out.