Anyway, the women were taking a break... and you could hear all this gun fire. I wasn't scared or anything. It was the first and last time I've heard actual gun fire.
There was also a bus bombing not far from where I lived in East Jerusalem.
The danger is there... it stays in the back of your mind... but you just go on.
Just the fact that you dared help fellow Christians marks you as a target in the pyschos minds.
Good on yuh fer the Missionary Work...
It amazes me the way Isrealis have done just that all these years. They just live their lives. I have another friend who also lived in Isreal for a time, and her adult children are still there. They have my respect.
I was in Israel just after the Marine barracks bombing in Lebanon (December 1983). We saw a bus that had been bombed and parts of the airport were being rebuilt. Soldiers were all over the place. But we never really felt afraid.
I did get a little concerned once when we were in a little town on the border with Lebanon. They were frequently being bombed at that point. The guide pointed to the top of a hill and said "They are fighting a mile in that direction."
Corin was thinking "It's about a mile to the top of that hill..."