Broken Glass

Purim. March 4, 1996

A chorus of sirens breaks the silence; My Sister takes me and my mother by the hand. She takes us out of the shop and along the broken glass covered road.                                    

Away from the center of the explosion, I don’t look back, I am silent.

A Warrior of Light – Uri Noy Meir

What if our broken parts could become our gifts?

When in your life did you experience “Brokenness”?